Disclaimer: I own this poem, and it comes entirely from my imagination. If this poem sounds like any other, it is purely coincidental.

Authors Note: I submit this poem for you to read. Please note that this poem is rated ‘PG’. For the people who read it please review when you’re finished.

AN: I actually really like this poem (especially the last verse). I went around muttering it to myself for the whole day (I warned you about the state of my sanity). I really like that verse. Is it just me or do you people like it too?

The People Of My Kind

Why should I live here

When across the line

In the shadows of

My mind

Lies the deep dark recesses

Of my idealism?

Of my imagination?

The edge is thin there

The air so much clearer

The views are superior

The words feel truer

The lies are gone forever

In my mind

And when I go there

In the shadows of

My mind

The people of my kind

Welcome me

Open arms embrace me

The feeing of belonging

Rings like the echoes

Of bells across my mind

So I want to stay

Where the wind will

Caress me with their

Broken hands of Time

The leaves will

Lift me high without

Reason nor rhyme

The water will

Dance for me smelling

Of lemon and lime

And the people of my kind

Will let me

Stay the night

In the shadows of

My mind

The people of my kind

Will let me

Stay the night

Author’s Note: This is a One Shot poem, so please don’t expect me to continue and update.

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May blessings follow in your footsteps,

Ethereal Kisses