Twenty Stories High

It's a little immature; it's one of the very first poems I wrote.

The birds flew by,
as he died inside.
The wind blew,
as his soul cried.
With no purpose of life,
Twenty stories high,
he decided to die.

Reviews

[A. L. Allen]

Wow, this was really good. Short, simple, and to the point. It conveys so much emotion in just a few simple lines. Great job!

[Desiree B.]

I found this poem very depressing...which is good! I loved the imagery that you put into your poem and the internal conflicts as well.

[Summer D.]

Does that make me amateur if I loved it?

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