Here I am,
Finally,
The very tippy top,
It feels like a dream,
Oh wait,
It is,
The ground below me,
Begins to crumble,
And I begin to,
Tumble,
Down and down,
No one reaches out to catch me,
They just watch,
Reaching the base,
Landing with a loud thud,
Covered in the world's filth.
Getting up,
Dusting myself off,
I begin the climb,
To the tip top,
Only to just,
Tumble down again.
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Book of Poetry
PoetryBits and pieces of the poetry I write every now and then. Enjoy! ✨3rd Place Winner of "The April Showers Poetry Awards" hosted by @thespiceawards✨
