Maybe we're alright, kid
The echos ripped by sky in half,
Your bold became so elusive,
Everything severed from its shadows,
So you tried to treat the sky,
Cure the incurable darkness.
A man the height of a ghost full of air and light,
Trying to deter the empty swallowing him,
Not knowing he would become a star.
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Poets Pub 2019 Biggest Competition Ever - Vol Two
شِعرWELCOME!! Please join us in our 4th Annual Biggest Competition Ever!! An 8 week poetry competition, for poets young and old as well as new comers or poetry veterans!
