Topic: A poem to describe myself in college for English class... | |
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He was a young man, but felt old
And thought the world around him was too damn cold He was a tree in the wind, blowing around Free in the sky, but stuck to the ground He was a reckless child running wild in the streets Afraid of himself and the people he'd meet He was a man of emotion, but felt it shouldn't be shown He was a man devotion, but of what was unknown And amongst this confusion he was never at ease So he turned to the bottle but it was just a disease Now he's trapped in a world where he's dying inside With nowhere to turn and nowhere to hide. (Sobber over 10 years now). |
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Nice poem .
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Good poem.
Sounds very honest. Some of your rhymes are imperfect which is good and enhance it since basically you’re reinforcing the message that maybe youre not perfect yourself. Sad to hear you hit the bottle. Good to hear you beat it. |
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