Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I stand so far above you all
You act is if I am not going to fall
Holding stiff and stoic, your view
There are things in my head that you never knew
I resist the feel of gravity pulling
I can't stop myself from screaming, inside
I will to do or to die, joking
Not really I believe I am going to FLY!

By Rose Ann
March 10, 2009

Written to post at - get your poem on #68

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