This is the story of how I did fly,
Into a world that none would deny,
Away from the future, past, and present,
Because I desired something more pleasant.
I didn't find pleasure,
Our even a treasure,
Just me, by my self,
Upon a dusty shelf.
And now I'm alone,
In the world I call home,
So here is my song,
Of where I belong.
This is the story of how I did fall,
Into a world so none would see all,
Away from my pain, boredom and change,
To different new lands, with all distaste,
I didn't find release,
Anything but peace,
An escape from reality,
But I didn't find clarity,
Just another game to play,
A puppet who is not to blame,
So here is my song,
Of where I belong.
This is the story of how I did hide,
In a new world because he was too blithe,
Running away from pain, anger and hate,
Because I didn't want to live or to stay,
I find myself drowning,
And they are all frowning,
No one comes to save me,
I guess I will fly free,
Just one in a million,
There is no rebellion,
So here is my song,
Of where I belong.
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Alatus
PoetryDo you know what 'Alatus' means? Winged. Wings to fly away from reality, wings to sweep stars into my life, wings to hold my dear ones close. My poems make me winged. Every word, every line. They're packed with my imagination. And now, I'd like to p...