Alone. All by myself for hundreds of miles
Lost in a sea of clouds, With no help.
How will I ever get out of the barron and ghostly hell?
I feel open to the world but
at the same time like I am trapped in a small sanctum, Alone.
My vision can only extend for a few feet.
this place is packed with thick and foggy clouds.
who will save me?
Even if a team of planes sores through the ski I'd still be unseen.
I feel like I'm just a grain of sand,
in the large western coast of the U.S.
Whats going to happen to me?
This is what I get for being a curious wanderer.
This is definitely the end of life as I know it.
I'm going to die...In the middle of nowhere...Alone.
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Thats a well written poem. Almost as good as mine. just kidding
ReplyDeletewow depressing a little a baron wastland luke. nice peom
ReplyDeletewow, that was really depressing... nicely done. i didn't know u could write something so deep and depressing like this. i guess poetry really does bring out the best in people...
ReplyDeleteawwh good job luke. that was really good.(:
ReplyDeletewell written.
wow luke, that got me really depressed
ReplyDeleteI'm stil mad about the grain of sand part Luke
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