Runaway Poem by Matthew Petrey
Runaway
You dressed me in silk,
Crowned me with gold.
But I fled to the desert,
Where the nights grow cold.
You gave me a palace,
Filled with thousands of halls.
But I chose a home,
Made out of straw.
The foundation too weak,
And storms too strong.
Winds of my emotion,
Scattered it all.
Now lost in this place,
Without food, without water.
I long for my home,
I long for my Father.
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5/5/2024 5:12:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This us a very strong first poem. I would have ended the third stanza withscattered all all along only to rhyme with the strong that ends the second line. Otherwise a very good poem.