Amidst the convivial crowd,
Where all become active and loud,
I'm here at the bottom,
Weeping— having a colossal chance to howl.
All be saying to me—
That between them and I is a large boundary
But they're wrong... there are no boundaries
Just this— a precipice with a vast, blackened pit.
Is this rage? Is this it?
Weeping yet... there's something fiery going on?
Like you just want to climb from the pit,
And you must get released to haunt?
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
