Blinded charades,
Fake parades,
Screaming out loud
And no one hears a sound.
Cover flew with the wind,
Started a fire
Got burnt with the light,
Ever thought it was an INSIDER?
We play I spy,
And with a big cry,
Following rules,
We’d fall down.
Curtains not shut,
Stained from a papercut
You hunted the wrong one
But now it’s done.
Started a fire,
Got burnt with the light,
Never even put up a fight?
Were did we end up…
10k words!!!! Whoop whoop! 😊😀😊
PJ 
Got burnt with the light, very easy nowadays 😉
Beautifully expressed! I like it!
But I guess we always need to put a fight for something 🙈…this is who we are 😉
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I agree! I’m glad you liked it 😊
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Nice poem 🙂
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Thanks! 😊
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Where did we end up indeed? A haunting thought. Lovely poem, as always 🙂
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Thanks Joshua! 😊
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Ouch. Just ouch. Touching and thought-provoking.
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Thanks! Don’t worry I’m clumsy too! Me “spontaneously” falling is a common occurrence and I twisted a wrist and ankle just by walking like a normal person. Join the club 😂😂
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Yaaaaaaaassss..wait
There’s no membership right? 😂
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Nah, free admission 😂😂
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Great 😂
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