Writing
I am a writer,
Staring off into the distence looking at worlds much brighter.
Feelings a make,
Steps that i take.
Worlds crumbling
Forts tumbling.
A feeling loss and love,
Getting mircals from up above.
So yes i might be odd,
Making my own world down to the very sod.
I might be quite most of the time,
Working on my worlds in my downtime.
I am a writer,
And writing makes my world brighter.
This poem is about:
Me
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