My Spark


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My Spark (Day 14’s Retro poem)

Swirling, whirling, dervish
I wish this world would stop
Give me a chance to catch my breath
My head’s about to pop!

Jumping, humping, service
I wish these walls were low
Climb, climb, I climb some more
Why? Don’t rightly know!

Weeping, Creeping, Anguish
We need a non-news-day
Can’t seem to find the informative
In watching our world decay

Hiking, striking, purpose
Triumphant through disdain
I’ll emerge from dark and angry
Because my spark remains

©BBerry

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