The feeling is nothing new to me,
yet still strange as I experience it.
To put a rock in a river,
hoping to stop the flow.
Instead creating a stronger force.
Undefined and relentless.
Like a bee in a field of flowers,
but with no hive to return to.
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Poems
PoetryThis book is my attempt to get back in the flow of writing, as well as improve my mental state by venting some emotions.
