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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