The Return

The Return short poem

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Hours of waiting in sticky, crowded hubs
Of watching my back for thieves
Of trying not to float away on the seas of boredom
Has finally come to this.

I’m sitting, soaring, the blue sky underneath
Confined to my body’s limits.
Now praying that sleep comes soon
As we creep over the clouds to home.

I’m here, I’m there,
Who knows where I am now?
It’s morning, it’s evening, my body doesn’t know.
But I do know where we’re going.

Forward.
Like a mighty steel condor,
Taking twigs to a faraway nest
Half a planet away.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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