Belay
For today's poem, I tried something new. I opened up 10 Random pages from George Orwell's 1984 and picked up the first word that I saw and tried to create a poem out of them. These 10 words are as follows:
Conscious, Permanently, Small, Curious, Open, Reflex, Cigarette, Peddle, Wonder, Twig.
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'Curious, how a certain place can take you to a distinct memory and when you are there, it feels as if it never happened.'
The conscious self
Questioning its
Worth,
As to why the
Twig of solitude
Cracked and
Fell.
The cigarette butts
And the smell of
Smoke,
Telling a story
That they
Were here.
Oh! My small,
Fragile heart,
Peddle away,
For this land
Is no longer
Your haven.
Open up and
Break the
Shackles-Permanently,
Never to look
Back.
Wait here,
Look at
the ruins
And stop
Wondering
Why.
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