Gunpowder In The Sky Poem by Fernanda Ontiveros
Gunpowder In The Sky
Why are they so happy?
what is it that makes them smile?
A little gunpowder in the sky?
I'm confused and laid in bed
Why am I not smiling?
What is it that makes me cry?
Are their laughs?
Are their voices?
Or is just that I am alone?
I am laid in bed wondering what all this means
I am laid in bed looking at the sky, looking at the mirror
Wondering what is this that I am
Am I a person?
Am I a dream?
Am I a tear?
And then I ask again to myself: why are they so happy?
Is it that cloud above my head?
Or is just that they are fools?
The answer I still don't know
And I may never reach it
So, why do I cry?
Why can't I smile?
Why do I keep wondering if I will ever be a little gunpowder in the sky?
A good start with a nice poem, Fernanda. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Perfect, I have felt like this before, very painful to be honest.10/10 Fernanda ^^
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