#WritcoPoemPrompt44
Think about a time in your life when you couldn’t make a decision, and write a poem based on it.
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I am walking through a string,
Climbing a mountain.
Its steep and cold in here..
As i ascend it less comes the oxygen.
But i can see the heaven up above..
The golden rays filled with ith dreams and hopes.
Its rays of love and harmony.
Deep down the string is dark..
Hiding monsters waiting to clip your wings forever.
But its comfy.. No thriving.. No sacrifices... No pains..
But my wings bleed in there..
Never will my blood clot
Creating a pool of blood..
Its a slow death down there..
And so i decided to climb up
To taste those forbidden fruits
And to fly high.. Like a soaring eagle..
Never to land down.. Always up on air.