Today got me messed up.
Lost like a little pup.
I was walking around a field that felt
Like a cloud.
A cloud of doubts and dreams.
A cloud of adult teens.
Where the maturity in their job
Spoke more volumes than they'd learned
And a thousand temptations left their adult subtley unheard.
Today was exhausting.
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Not So Great Poems
PoetryThese are just a bunch of poems, correctly written or not. If you choose to read this I hope you enjoy it.
