Why can't I experience,
Life at a distance.
Tried persistence,
Only met resistance.
I'd like another chance,
To find the romance.
Lying hidden within,
This weathered skin.
A flower waiting to bloom,
Feeling impending doom.
The same routine,
repeating the scene.
Everyday battling,
Trying to stay clean,
Misery smiling at me.
Yet I keep climbing,
Striving and Rising,
Driving me forward.
The Path long, and winding,
I keep finding cliffs to jump off,
I'm flying now,
Floating,
Falling straight down.
Face first to the ground,
Battered, and Bruised,
Safe and sound.
No one else around,
I stare into the distance,
Baffled by what I found.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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