Burning Ember When I look out to the streets Where lives of countless intertwine I see the lies The secrets That everyone has to hide I’ve been keeping them to It’s a must For a boy like me Who’s built by Money and fame, but not trust If used incorrectly, All these powerful words do Is sting and stay In the back of my mind And stay there until they’re long overdue Where they cling to the cobwebs in the corner Or collect dust on my shelf My collection of words Spoken against oneself I wish I could flush them out Grab a broom and sweep it away But instead, Down, down, down they go A prison for thoughts and feelings alike One day I’ll learn To let go and live my life Just like my father And focus on saving what I can Instead of worrying over what I can’t bother But for now I stay The young, foolish boy I am I build machines for myself I fight for pride instead of love But through all that, I remember The secrets and lies that stay with me Just like a burning ember (Based on my character here-https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1197690538 and the poem's more about his internal struggles rather than an actual story, in this it reveals more about his character than his bio shared)
This is actually my first poem I’ve written on my free time before, I have for school, but that's different Also some lines rhyme and some are just completely random so don't mind that :D
