Downtown
Searching for adventure.
Just near me but unobtainable.
The old ladder covered in white flaking paint from the fifties would certainly be an adventure.
However, the razor wire cresting the ladder's peak limits us.
You could skirt the razor wire, however where would this lead anyways?
Adventure is diving into the unknown, however that threatening thought of razor wire limits us.
Why would we allow it to limit us?
It could be bypassed, but you could cut yourself.
We need to bypass our razor wire to reach the adventure atop the roof.
3 comments:
Your poem almost has a sense of youth to it. I really enjoyed how you described adventure. I can also relate to it because I like going on roofs and looking out.
Your Poem has a sense of you need childhood adventure! i really like the format it is much easier to read!
I like the sense of adventure in like you would have if you where a little kid. :)
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