Perception
Falling Stars, and Inner Child. Three Poems in One Place.
Tick-tock
Old grand father clock.
The hour strikes,
The hand of smite and strife is seen.
For all those who cease to believe
Open your eyes and dream...
You are only what you perceive
Falling Stars
All the stars dance for me,
Hardly attainable, to be seen
The sun sets down,
And soon...they flee.
The falling stars dance for me.
Inner Child
Crippling, crawling, crying inside
The inner child tries to hide.
As adults we're all so blunt,
Dismissing bliss as just a thought.
Yet why do we try to be grown up?
When all we are is shit out of luck.
While the child inside is secretly awry
Hiding our emotions
And keeping them dry.
About the Creator
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