The sky is not falling
Chicken Little went home
I wish this corrupted land was not my home
The politicians flew too close to the sun
I have now learned how a cheeto can run
The sky is falling
The world is grey
This is not how the world should stay
So I will write poems
And try to be loud
Until the sky is rebuilt
Every
Single
Cloud.
Posted in response to the challenge Sky.
Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.
Is what I hear from everyone.
I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school
But I’m not so sure now.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy,
But I gained so much good:
The best teacher I’ve ever had.
The confidence I always needed.
I will be the court jester
But when you remind me of my past
My lungs refuse to laugh
Now I fall quiet
A sad smile dances on my lips
As I glance at you with pain in my eyes
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