I know this is a really bad poem. I just started writing this, and it didn't really take long. It doesn't make much sense either, but sometimes poems don't make sense. It's not imaginative, and has a small range of vocabulary. But here it is:
When all hope is gone,
Where do you go?
How do you find the will,
To return to your life?
Do you start a new?
Do you mellow in self-pity?
Or will you be strong?
Will you hold your head up high and walk through life?
But remember; All your hope has gone.
Lying in the street,
Holding the blanket over your body,
To cover yourself from the biting cold.
So stay there.
Your breaking heart,
Will soon be mended.
Just stay there,
And you will find,
Your place.
When all hope is gone,
Where do you go?
How do you find the will,
To return to your life?
Do you start a new?
Do you mellow in self-pity?
Or will you be strong?
Will you hold your head up high and walk through life?
But remember; All your hope has gone.
Lying in the street,
Holding the blanket over your body,
To cover yourself from the biting cold.
So stay there.
Your breaking heart,
Will soon be mended.
Just stay there,
And you will find,
Your place.
Believe in yourself! It's a wonderful world!
ReplyDelete*breaks into song*
I like the poem. Very meaningful. And touching.