I am sitting here, typing away, not knowing what lies within.
Not knowing that the sky is blue or even the grass is green.
Not knowing what goes on around me, sitting in this chair.
Not knowing what disasters wait, as soon as I stand up.
Not knowing about all the wars, going on everywhere.
Not knowing about all the deaths this world is sure to hold.
Not knowing that something magical is going on beneath me.
All I know is that I am writing, a poem about life.
Thinking it is in my head, but all around me instead.
I am wishing that this is a dream, and not true life.
I am wishing that I knew more than I know today.
I am wishing that the wars will end, that all the death will stop.
I am wishing that I will soon discover, the world out there, away from my chair.
I am wishing that everything will be peaceful, like it must have been one day.
But I am not knowing, that this will never happen.
And I am not knowing the secrets within it.
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Poetry
RandomSo I wrote some random poems and decided to put them on here, alot of them I wrote after my grandfather died so some of them refer to him. But yeah... here you go. I'm going to say it's completed because basically it's just a bunch of poem's I've wr...
