One by one we line up
Nervous as we head up
We speak amongst one another
As we take little steps up.
Looking at the blue sky
We go up the stairs.
Our destination is what we want
The wait & anticipation is what we don't want.
Nervous as we head up
We speak amongst one another
As we take little steps up.
Looking at the blue sky
We go up the stairs.
Our destination is what we want
The wait & anticipation is what we don't want.
Will we survive?
Will we prosper?
Will we appreciate?
Will we go?
An unfamilar destination
Going on strangers land.
This is what we fought for
Flying Japan.
This is a very nice poem you have. Maybe you did not realize but you constantly switch back and forth from what you want (what the speaker wants) and what you do not want. The last strand of questions seem rhetorical which make your poem alive in a way where you don't know what is going to come or what is to happen, but you are on a land, so strange...you are so oblivion to everything.
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Thanks Diana!!
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