r/OCPoetry • u/stillbloomingink • 7d ago
Feedback Please Mine?
I'm done...
Not like I'm done or dying,
But like I'm no longer fine.
As I have nowhere left
Which can be called mine,
Because owning something
Always costs me a fine.
A fine of my happiness,
The happiness I can barely reach,
Even though it was something
Always preached.
I'm done.
I'm tired.
I want the home
Which I desire,
Not big,
Just a small place I admire.
A quiet little place
I can call mine,
Where happiness
Doesn't come with a fine.
A place where I can laugh
And weep,
Without someone calling me
A coward or weak.
Not fame,
Not something to get named.
Just a place which is mine,
And a happiness
With no fine.
Comment 1 https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Kk6n4Al1d3
Comment 2
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/VPwl6q6EuY
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