Like a tiny box
Squeezing the inner platform
I was left here—
Squished.
Like a clique
Bumping each other's elbows
I was left here—
Squished.
A smash from the pleasant lord
Takes me plummeting into the dirt
I was left here—
Squished.
Can someone peel me off?
Like a sticker from a children's, dandy storybook?
And alas! It's just a faint wish!
For I'm stuffing the ground— remained wholly squished.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
