poems

How-poem

 

 

Hanging in the air

Wandering about not being fair

Always trying

Sometimes crying

Oh, how to be free?

 

Every fight

Far away from sight

Trying again

Not wanting to complain

Oh, how to be afraid?

 

Sounding out

Singing loud

Echo of my voice

Being wild by choice

Oh, how to be calm?

 

Gripping hard

Where is your hand?

Wandering why

This is where I lie

Oh, how to cry?

 

 

-Tara

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