I think as a lonely sky,
Hovering beyond the enormous Earth.I feel as a misheard cry,
Overflowing in a non-existent barrel.I sing as a car tire's screech,
Like a child wailing from drowning in a colossal sea.I speak as a fork scratching a silver plate,
Followed by a bloodcurdling statement of hate.I read as a lifeless flea— though with rhythm,
Having the ability to cease the wretched.I write as a flowing, teal waterfall splashes the green waters,
Splashing and swashing until it fills up.I interpret as my life's on the scorched line,
But without that accustomed hurry.I write poems, and that's pretty evident;
It may sometimes be vaster than grief
But with all that established, I hope you all see—
These hidden notes that I consecutively bring.
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
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