The heat on me feels like a hundred degrees,
life has got me on my knees.
I'm not defeated,
just resting,
This is nothing I've got a lot more,
testing,
coming, going; I'm trapped in the
tornado.
Reminiscing on my childhood toys
and play-doh.
Few cares in the world because,
I was ignorant.
Now my stress in never-ending because,
I'm vigilant.
My dreams and goals are right in front of me,
There's no other way for me to be.
Others say I'm so full of it that if I jumped in the sea,
It would overflow.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
