NaPoWriMo 29:Change
Day 29: The Assignment Twenty Little Poetry Projects
It was the straw that broke
a camels' back.
The action with such a
hungry propensity.
He was a thought equivalent to
the pioneer of density and
Bee, it has lead to this.
Here, trapped in Death Valley
among the smell of hope,
tinged with the oily taste of
faith. He rose his hand and said
"I can't!" Sighed, "Mi o fe".
He didn't want to but he had to
and he did what thoughts do -
he fought to live.
The sound of new smelled
yellow, tasted light
and finally broke her back
Finally cracked through the
stagnancy and she
began to change.
Change
It was the straw that broke
a camels' back.
The action with such a
hungry propensity.
He was a thought equivalent to
the pioneer of density and
Bee, it has lead to this.
Here, trapped in Death Valley
among the smell of hope,
tinged with the oily taste of
faith. He rose his hand and said
"I can't!" Sighed, "Mi o fe".
He didn't want to but he had to
and he did what thoughts do -
he fought to live.
The sound of new smelled
yellow, tasted light
and finally broke her back
Finally cracked through the
stagnancy and she
began to change.
Here's to new, breaking down boxes, 8 hours of sleep, doing without and ending NaPoWriMo before the clock strikes 12.
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