My heart... It beats,
I eat... I sleep,
I rinse... Repeat,
I write... Erase,
I stand... And pace,
Can't run... Away,
So I run... In place,
My mind... A maze,
I'll find... A way,
To rise... Again,
No matter how deep,
or the size of the pit,I'll scratch and I'll claw,
til I climb out of it,No matter the worries,
Whatever I face,I'll find a way out,
Of the hole that I'm placed.
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Know It's Me: Poetry
PoetryThis will be an ongoing collection of poetry. A gathering of thoughts on paper for the world to see. A glimpse into a mind that is always creating. The internal struggle of a mind that's debating. 🥇Ranked #1 in #Wordplay (8/10/2022)🥇 🥉Ranked #3...