I used to write poems as a kid
Now I am grown up
There is no time to read
Nothing to inspire me
I used to be terrified that I will die
Now I just live…
Tag: poem
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Flying home…
Waiting in the airport
Listening to announcements
Of flights I have taken in the past
Of flights I will take in the future
Planes taking off full of hope
Planes landing with shattered dreams
Passengers waiting to leave
Lovers going to meet
An old man
Once young
He has travelled everywhere
But he will die here
Listening to the airplane above
Flying home…
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Rage!
Things will be fixed one day.
In a way you cannot imagine.
And even if they do not.
Perhaps there was nothing to fix in the first place anyway.
Things will be destroyed.
Things will go wrong one day.
And life will go on.
And you will survive.
Because things might go wrong anyway.
Under a tree.
A butterfly. A small kid. Wind.
Calmness. Rage…
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