Too Much
By TO
I’m young and I done too much
I’m like ridin’ a dirt bike with a clutch
I’m stressin’ a little too much
I wanna touch down soon
And just sit on my front steps
And look at the moon
I’m too much to handle
I might as well sit down
And light a candle
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I love your poem. It was simple and very meaningful. I’m new to reading the work posted here, this will be my first comment, and your poem made me want to reach out to you. Keep writing!
The image at the end is really beautiful; after stressing out and being jostled all around, I love the picture of a man just sitting in peace in the dark with only a candle and the moon for light.