sunny boy
i’m not coming out
of this poem
i am staying here
forever
and
ever
once i did
once upon a time
never
again
there were wars
and babies crying
and dying
ok
in here it is raining
but it is cosy warm rain
i’m stopping here
with my back to the future
the shadow has past
it is sunny
Yes we wish our poems would hide us from the awfulness... if only.
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