Written By AuggieJumpFrog
The Place
(Free Verse)
The skys are endless,
Endlessly dreary,
Dreary in a way that is so blasted boring,
Boring in a way that is so entirely excitable,
Excitably odd,
Odd in a sense of nonsense,
No sense as completely confused,
Confused as in utterly turned around,
Around and around we go,
Going to a place,
A place where no one knows,
No one knows about this place,
But in this place,
The skys are endlessly dreary.
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Rouge
PoetryPoetry that either myself or someone else who has given me permission has written. Suggestions are welcome, and improvements will be made if needed. ©2016 , AuggieJumpFrog, All Rights Reserved.
