Gen Z Poetry

#28.Those days

where i was sitting
under an umbrella of brightly sparkling stars,
Climbing the ladder of similes and metaphors.
Trespassed periodically by those incomplete phrases and broken words, With my pens by my side as my swords.
I penned my thoughts right here, Gradually ideas were getting clear. Appreciations encouraged me,
While inspirations forced me
to keep the ink alive and bright,
Breaking the boundaries,
All-day and night.