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Megan Clark Jan 2019
I was in a cave
Not that bright, not too dim
The water was shallow
But enough to swim
I held my head under
I could barely see
I started to choke
I could barely breath
A golden flounder
Caught my attention
It’s golden, it’s bright,
It was full of intention,
It guided its way from right to left
Missing out on rocks
Swimming into the depth
A golden flounder
Caught my attention
I rose my head up
Gazing at my reflection,
What was I doing
Where was I going
Little did I know
The golden flounder was watching
Megan Clark Jan 2019
I post a picture,
I laugh, I smile,
I subconsciously lose myself for a while,
I look at the person,
I'm desperate to be,
Hiding behind that smile,
The smile for the screen,
I post a picture,
I cry, I sob,
Looking at the girl,
I was once reminded off,
For I am no longer,
That ******* the screen,
That girl is no longer what I'm destined to be.
My first poem I've published or shared with anyone.

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