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Hotta than da Sun
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I'VE DECIDED THAT I'M QUITTING POETRY. I NEED TO FACE REALITY AND REALIZE THAT I HAVE NO TALENT. TOO MANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MY FINAL POEM..
Fallen apart
Falling off of the cliff
As I begin to slip
My fingertips hold on to the rock
Trying my best to get a grip
Once my empire ruled
Sitting on a golden throne
Now my soul is filled with sorrow
The feeling of being alone
A race I’ve started
Not making it to the finish line
Poems are fumbling
Just wasting my time
These are flashbacks of the beginning
Witnessing the ending
The end of my life
The end of my poetic lines
Fallen back into the hole
My mind no longer shines
Fallen apart
Falling off of the cliff
As I begin to slip
My fingertips hold on to the rock
Trying my best to get a grip
Once my empire ruled
Sitting on a golden throne
Now my soul is filled with sorrow
The feeling of being alone
A race I’ve started
Not making it to the finish line
Poems are fumbling
Just wasting my time
These are flashbacks of the beginning
Witnessing the ending
The end of my life
The end of my poetic lines
Fallen back into the hole
My mind no longer shines