It's 7:00AM and..............
I still stare at the bottom pavement into my home,
And how it gives a way to a dark light,
Falling upon my beads of broken dreams,
As it converges a little inside.
It's 7:00AM and..............
The daylight has taken over the sky
And yet there doesn't seem a ray of it,
To mold my story into a broad curiosity
And carve a good picture out of all those spites.
It's 7:00AM and..............
I sit, softly surpassing all those sounds,
Screams of all the failures aftermath.
Even the brightest and the highest may get low,
But what keeps you high, is that one more try.
It's 7:00AM and...............
I still believe, that what could not be achieved,
Would be achieved in the chase of oneself.
I still believe that true passion exist
Even in the worst of yourself.
It's 7:00AM and..............
It's time to move.
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A Quarrel in the Brain Park
PoesieJust some poems I wrote, at different points of my life. Hope you relate to them at some point. Also to remember, it's a collection of poems so there are many genres. See if you'll like either of them.
