Magnetic

Drawn to the sky,

A magnet within a sigh.

The gleam I know all too well,

With words to say, stories to tell.

Wrapping around me,

Rooted in denial,

Mind under lock and key.

For this feels like a trial. 

One that’ll only end, 

When the sun’s rays bend. 

Writer1326

VT

16 years old

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