Fifty-Seven Past Five
Every day I look,
To see if something has changed.
I'm dissapointed.
*
Outside the window,
The familiar places,
I will them to change.
*
The distance the same
As the foreground of this place.
I remain trapped here.
The End
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This is nothing new, but I've never tried to write poetry, so I thought a simple haiku would be the best place to start.I'll try to write one whenever I can, and I ask that you join in and write about how you feel, what you want, or what you can see. It's all good.
NOTE: Name each chapter the time that you begin writing. That's all I ask.
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