Poem - Free

It's blurry cause my room is really messy and I didn't want it to look horrible.

Giant
I saw you you flying
Over the moon
like childhood tales

What was it?
Last year, sometime
The taste of your conscience
left my stomach aching

Therapy
i dont believe it
i dont believe it
i dont believe it
no, i diont

but im better now
free
at last
I can breathe

the future
it holds with arms like twigs
the weight of the world
of my world

splintering may occur
snapping may take place
but to try is to succeed
at least in this case

i am more than a poet
and more than a man
less of a sucker
and finally ill give in

because the fact of the matter
and this an old woman told me
the test is not in the telling
instead, it is in the showing

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