A Comet across Night's Sky.
Like a comet that illuminates the night
I illuminate my darkness when I write.
Lacking much, I still have a plan-
so I do what I must and all that I can
through which, hidden riches I abundantly own-
they come rushing forth
in each new poem!
This poem is about:
Me
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gvall123
3 years ago
While nothing come the night ,the morn will spring a line in my mind and the verse takes shape,,
You have a poem come rushing to you,,,so it must be be for all of us I would like to think,,,
Spinjanebob
3 years ago
I can relate to this so much felt like u wrote it specifically for me.