A short bit 2

My soles worn thin 

My mind worn out

There's no where to go, but south

Where to swim?

No where to fly

Take us away 

Pack my suitcase

Why open it?

It's too late

Why must you share my glare?

Filter my air?

Until my lungs are left cold

Bare?

With this hand I swear

with the other I whisper, plead

Share my story to the crowd 

I beg to you

Could I be more proud?

Take my hand

One by one

Nobody can take me off this cloud

So say it out loud.

Reviews

[BeanHead:)]

"No where to fly". the word no where should be one so it becomes nowhere. for this bit you can sorta just write "and bare." instead of "Until my lungs are left cold
Bare?"theres really no need for that one exclaimation mark. It was really emotional. had feelings and it was honest and floaty sorta poem.