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I need to move, to get out of the groove.
To travel, to unravel,
These weary faces and places are attrition for my ambition
This place reaks of the weak,
Those who glare at we who are rare!
But i can't be busy hating when i need to be creating.
Its time to forsake the isolation
And embrace the migration.
need to live, need to feel,
Not suicidal or homicidal,
A herse would just make things worse!
Walking around town,
Feeling for a sound!
Trying to inspire,
But theres not much to admire!
staring at the mayor,
but theres not much there!
his musings are confusing and not very moving!
Hes not convincing me to stay in this hamlet
where everythings a gambit!
Where the only certainty is that of emergency!
Feel that urgency?
Join the insurgency!
leaving Town seems quite sound!
I have storys to pen and words to bend!
Time to spend and art to defend!
Its time to go, to find that flow!
if you stay here, you will drown without a sound!
Now if you will excuse me,
I am done moping,
I have just been waiting for the road to open!
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It had a lot of rhyming, and a strong flow. There were feelings in the piece that I was able to relate to, and I could see the theme of the poem pretty clearly.
As mentioned, the rhyme was too much. It kind of sounded like you were taking any chance you could to rhyme, and that gives... (
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