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Boy
There was a boy who was always alone. Darkness is what he saw in the day. He thought about running away, hoping to get to the light. He stay in the darkness clueless to his suffering. Waiting for the light to come. It never came so he waited and waited. So alone the boy was, left in the darkness. Only hisself to comfort him. As days went on, he got weaker and weaker. Until he got so weak, he broke down and scream at the top of his lung and ask for help. He saw something at a distance very far away, just a speck. To weak to walk his stay on his knees and cried for help. He look up and speck was getting bigger and closer. He heard someone say come to me. He was to weak but the voice say come to me. With the little bit of strength he crawl to the peck. He kept crawling and as he got closer he got to his feet, slowly. One step then another step. As he got closer he felt weight lifting from him. One step, two step then a sprint to the speck, that turn into the light.
I used to work in a prison
I used to work in a prison and heard many stories like this about addicts searching for 'crack rock' on their rugs and floors...only to smoke a piece of lint .... sometimes, they claim...they 'got a buzz'. lmao.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
This can fit into so many
This can fit into so many different situations in life. Looking at something in the distance that seems so far away. No clue what to expect in the future. Feeling so weak that you can't change anything but really the only thing you need to do is try. Once you try you will gain the strength to make it through to the end. Great poem with an ending that is just as deep as the begining.
i cant say it any better then
i cant say it any better then that