Clinching
My eyes
As tight as possible.
I open them.
My eyes
Find a place
As foreign as the world
To a new born baby.
It grabs me
It shields me
From everything else.
Forcing me
To have no one.
I'm lost.
It's empty.
It has me...
The lonely has me...
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Margot's poems...
PoetryUm, I write poems. Haha. I don't know if they are all that good, but I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to share some of them with other writers or readers out there. So here it is...
