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I hover, feet not quite touching the ground
I am nothing in a sea of people.
All of them are but wisps
And I, a wisp in life, am a rock in death.
In the distance someone rises
Like I realize I yearn to.
To throw off the matra
Don't attract attention
To shine bright.
But darkness comes in ropes from the heavens,
Snatching the star
They yell and scream and cry
If only they could speak.
I always thought above was for the stars
But I guess not
For the night is
Hungry.
YOU ARE READING
Assorted
Poetry|Rules make up| |For what society lacks| |Break the rules and| |We will go back.| I do not own most of the pictures shown, BUT I do make all the poetry. Please don't be a dick and plagiarize. -ASSORTED POETRY-
