The Thing

The Thing

A Poem by Emmy

Is it the thing with feathers
or does it change with the weather?
Can it be lost, can it be found
or does it know no bounds?
We're taught it in school
where in an abundance it pools.
We recognize it in the kids
but all the news does is forbid.
I hear it's all we have
but by days end it's halved.
I try to conceive it's real
but struggle to grasp the full ideal.

© 2018 Emmy


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Added on November 13, 2016
Last Updated on February 17, 2018

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Emmy
Emmy

New York, NY



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I'm 19. My poems aren't very long. I write sporadically. Also I often leave reviews when I'm drunk, my apologies for any spelling/grammar errors. more..

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