Blaring
The alarm sounds.
My panicking heart's beat
Increases
With every sound
I must escape
I must escape
I must escape
But
I stare back
The ones I love
Are still trapped.
Between the flames
Stand us.
Trapped by the flames
Of society.
I question whether
I should choose the
Attention filled path ahead
Or save
the simple life at home.
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PoetrySome people stock up on pennies for rainy days: I stock up on small poems. Just a few random poems that I create when I am bored. For the best experience (if you even have a good experience), I would recommend reading each line by itself. Thanks fo...
