The sky’s the limit, or so they say,
but what of gravity?
I am a slave to this soil,
It has a hold of me.
No wings, no plane, no helium,
I’m a captive of the earth.
With fruitless dreams of handheld stars,
never given birth.
I leap and jump and cry and reach
But alas, I am too small.
And the only way I’ll touch the sky
is if the sky should fall.
A contest entry
- round three - comfort zone by Shadow Anonymised.
400 points, ended October 23, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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very clever... i like it. original methinks ^^
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Pretty Good
I really enjoy the way you ended this poem
"But alas, I am too small.
And the only way I’ll touch the sky
is if the sky should fall."
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