By Damon King
Some things catch me
Others do not,
But whatifs catch all
What if my ink runs out of my pen.
What if I never write again?
What if the words on my paper don't rhyme?
What if I'm writing and run out of time?
What if my poems keep getting darker?
What if I grow up and turn out a stalker?
What if my emotions get stuck on anger?
What if in the future my friends are all strangers?
What if I don't stay alive?
What if I don't live to be twenty-five?
Everything's cloudy, very unclear-
Just to let you know the future is near.
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