These expectations
run upon me
like boulders
I envy those
whose expectations
are thier dreams
why can't I run away,
and be free?
I stand here, wounded
under the night sky
staring at the mountain
I once willed to climb
The stars have done
injustice with me
why can't I run away
and be free?
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Poetry- Youth.
PoetryThis volume contains poems of love, youth, loss and a variety of feelings that come with facing the sweetness as well as the bitterness of young love.
