Sometimes
I'm just like a kettle of tea
Boiling over
Screaming
For attention
Just get me off
This flame
Get me off the heat
Let me calm down
Please
Stop with this pressure
With this heat
I'm boiled all the way through
Just let me steep
Let me take over
I'm done with this pressure
Done with it all
I want to cool down
To find some peace
But not here
Not with sweat beadlets
Dripping down my brow
Let me be
Please
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
