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Crawling To the Sky
by Christopher ShinThe birds chase
the endless gray.
And I faithfully
glare into the
west.
I feel that
even though
I struggle out
each day.
I find that
nothing seems
to come to
a conclusion.
I hide amongst
the glasses and
cemented walls.
Only to see
that I crave
to be out amongst
the sky.
01/25/2010 Posted on 01/25/2010
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/25/10 at 04:27 PM I think the birds have it all. That middle stanza seems to be a common human symptom. I liked pondering this. |
| Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/25/10 at 07:38 PM There's definitely a trapped feeling here, as if a door opening would let loose a torrent of passion and freedom. For now, you're trapped in a world of gray. Great write! |
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