WHITE
Drowning
In a sea of
White
Inches
Above my
Head
The escape
Looms, the
Exit.
But I can't
reach the
Surface
In a sea
Of white I
Drown.
This is the first *real* poem I've ever really written.... *awkwardly waits for feedback because I secretly think it barely surfaces on mediocre, and don't even mention decent*
(I guess you could say this does have some weird twisted inner meaning, but Ill leave you to speculate for yourselves)
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Butterflies
PoetryEmotions are like butterflies, gnawing at your stomach lining, filled with nerves. They lie dead, filled with grief. They escape, filled with hope. Blossoming into a reigning monarch in success and happiness.
