I always have
something to do
or something to take,
and
my time
is
wasted away.
Childhood dreams
slip away
as
adulthood brings
responsibilities
and life
calls.
I want to spend a moment
seeking
the stars and
gazing
at
the newborn moon,
but the
sun is always
rising
before I have
a chance to spare
even a glance.
Poetry is longing
and words
are hopeful-
but left unsaid.
I keep them in my head
I'm images and fantasies
and
"If only"s and frustrations
I'd like to vent.
To be a kid again!
To paint in letter
and dream in literature!
I'd rewind the clock again-
or simply add another hour.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
