Coney Island

By smvalera

Fri, 31 Jan 2014
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Find me my Coney Island. 

My pyschological escape from my fate.

Point the way; open the gate.

 

A place where my body is on vaction.

A true getaway from my mind,

to keep me relaxed, collected, and kind.

 

A destination like that is made up, they said.

I would only feel these emotions when I am dead.

 

I smiled - they finally understood. 

Certificate 15
Poem

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Submitted by Baphomae on

Why, what a marvelous writer we have here. Allow me to highlight all which is beautifully spoken: 

 

"Find me my Coney Island. 
My pyschological escape from my fate.
Point the way; open the gate.
A place where my body is on vaction.
A true getaway from my mind,
to keep me relaxed, collected, and kind.
A destination like that is made up, they said.
I would only feel these emotions when I am dead.

I smiled - they finally understood. "
Oops, perhaps would have been easier to say, it is all beautifully spoken.