A Poem for all my fellow Burnt Out Gifted Kids
fireflyyv
June 22nd
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Wanderlost
Scintillating eyes lost to the words' decay
Once wandering through night and day
Of untold stories and unspoken rhymes
A lamp illuminating pages in the dimmest of times
All for the words to shoot you down in spite
You're the gift adulated by all, right?
Yet those pristine eyes tell otherwise
They're blank and dead like your lies
Promised honor, yet you fail to be gifted
For all your potential went gone and wasted
...
"You've done enough, exile me if you must
For my soul will one day reclaim its wanderlust"
