I wrote this as an entry for the poetry club at school last year when I was a freshman. Here it is :)
---
I see a flash, a heavenly splash,
not quite the buzz, yet not quite trash.
A peachy sense of aging,
oh how terrible! he shall start raging.
With my lovely yet torn portfolio shall grow olden,
my mind shall race as I pace back to reality, the life flushes back to being golden.
As I eventually team up with my own existence, it abandons me and I have no other choice but to go solo,
looking to find at least a piece of mind, my heart squeezes and shatters into a crushed polo.
Finding a path that has reason to follow,
confirming the thoughts that seem to hollow.
Having to balance my heart on the line for it to stand steady,
I reckon it's time to let go now, I think I'm ready.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁