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Wasted

Wasted hopes,
And wasted dreams,
Wasted thefts,
Of wasted thieves,

Wasted hearts,
And wasted minds,
Wasted youths
And wasted times,

Will I be the wasted kind?
I've got my wings,
I'll learn to fly.

Something that's been brewing for a little while... 'chu think?

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  • clockface
    August 15

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    Though this poem started out sounding rather hopeless, I love the glimmer of hope you provide in the last lines with the promise of learning how to fly. Really sweet poem. Best of luck to you in the contest you've entered.


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    August 15

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    And this poem itself is a proof that you are flying..and the hope is there in the imust take initiative and get the things done my friend..amen....