THEGATE

Tue, 02/13/2018 - 21:08 -- AbelPax

She stood in front of the gate that she had seen rust

The only difference was that now she could see over it

For the first time she heard cars on the road that were miles away

She could see through the dark 

It was cloudy, but the full moon still beamed through just enough 

She could see her own feet

She saw where she stood

She paced the persistent pavement

She wanted to hop the fence but she could not

Even the strongest caged lions are forced to dream about their true home

She stared at the black tar road on the other side of the gate

She played down in the drive way and dreamt of her true home

This poem is about: 
Me

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