ᎾNᏟᎬ ᏌᏢᎾN Ꭺ ᎢᏆᎷᎬ ᏆN Ꭺ ᎷᎪᏩᏆᏟᎪᏞ ᏢᏞᎪᏟᎬ ᎪᏴᎾᏙᎬ ᎢᎻᎬ ᏟᏞᎾᏌᎠᏚ
A place called miracle
Is where a young boy lived
Above the shiny meadows of all the cute kids Above all the beautiful sunsets lighting the sky
Yet this is a kid wondering
will I ever be able to fly?
He wants to rise up, so high in the sky
He says:
I only want wings and I have no good reason why
But I want to fly away to see the pretty glow
But once I am at home none of it shows
No escaping my house that doesn't feel like home
Theres only darkness where no shadows dare follow
No green fireflies to light up my dark night
No beautiful sunsets that are an absolute delight
No shiny meadows that seem so nice
But only in my dreams can I use my magic to come to life
I'm no kid in the meadow brightly grinning
it's me,myself and I against nothing in this war and yet nothing, is still winning
And In a place called miracle
their is a big barn
It sits behind a big hill
Where the sunset would look like yarn
But climbing the hill would kill
Where night sky loved to dance with the stars
It dazzles us with fireflies glowing as they pass us by
The perfect place to see the sunset from afar
As day turns to night and the moon lights up the sky
And he was so close
and yet never knew it
Only wanted one thing
but never got to it
Only wanted to fly
Only wanted to leave
Only wanted to see the true beauty of the skies colors weaved
He's always been alone locked up in his house
with no one;
No mom,sis,bro, or even a mouse
All alone he sat the nights awake
only to see a sliver of the moon at daybreak
Only hoping one day he would soar high
Only to hope he would reach the top of the sky
But life is unfair, mean and cruel
So he took that stool and the old rope too
Hoping someone would say to him a goodbye
he looked at the sliver in the beautiful night sky
He said goodbye moon
I'll see you soon
flying as high
just as you do
I'll complete my fate
My war with reality has it's set date
Nothing will have lost
and I will have won
Now my time is over
And finally done
Jumping of the chair
I finally flew
I completed my mission
and that's all i ever wanted to do
Who would've thought that life could be so mean
A bittersweet ending is all that there is to be seen
Truly we all just want to fly
Some of us just want to die
Authors note:
This is over two years old and this was the first poem I wrote when I got wattpad and I cringe reading it.
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