The Lake

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Sitting alone
Overlooking a lake
Pondering life
And my every mistake

I can’t help but feel
I keep getting it wrong
Still I don’t know
Where I belong

Sometimes I feel lonely
And swallowed by the sea
Sometimes I feel belonging
When you’re next to me

The water is crisp
The evening is dark
I’m sat here waiting
For my life’s true spark

  • I'm David, a 26-year-old English teacher from Sweden. I write poetry in a way that everyone can understand and enjoy. I love to experiment with language and often look to incomporate rhytmic patterns in my poems.

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