POEM STARTER

Write a poem from the point of view of an eye who has seen too much.

Baby Blue

Life goes by under the baby blue

It isn't always pretty

Anything can happen in a city

Blood that no one knew

I watch as skies roll by

Every day I wait

For something to be great

I don't know why

Painting the streets

Guns echo and roar

I miss life how it was before

I close my eye as it all repeats

I hope someday it's me who goes

The world is worse at its seams

Schools learn the screams

I hope to leave as darkness grows

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