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Freakin’ Circus, No More

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By Rowan Finley Published 3 months ago 1 min read
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When you give everything you've got and it's never enough,

it's so rough,

and tumble,

your heart begins to grumble.

Mind races on soundtracks,

leaving behind logical facts,

to seek someone,

anyone,

who gives the time of day,

or night, to say,

your heart,

is a shattered piece of art.

They were fools who did not see,

the stained glass window you are to always be.

The sun pierces and prizes your beauty,

and longs to follow his path and duty,

through you,

through you,

through you.

Making you smile,

every last piece of tile,

and you finally feel,

your purpose,

instead of like a freakin’ circus.

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About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 months ago

    That ending felt so liberating! Loved your poem!

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