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Pontius

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This is the first poem I have ever written outside of high school class assignments.

 

"Good Luck Chuck"

 

She buys balloons, she lets them go

Eyes smiling, suffer set to slow

All to render: "no real reason"

Whose turn comes this season?

 

Wallowing in a callow shade

Your sense of self up for trade

Days numbered, etched in stone

A date with fate, you're on your own

 

Cutting cold her heart will be

Fleeing too fast, your eyes won't see;

Left with her affliction encased

Yet given no sign; everything erased

 

Delusions of grandeur; unaware

Future and failure will soon compare

Whilst I could laugh and gloat with glee

I want nothing for you what happened to me.

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Nice work. You should keep writing, its a great way to express yourself.

 

Don't lose hope. The future doesn't have to be full of failure. And when it is, look for the silver lining and try to turn it around into something positive.

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