I stand alone in my apartment for two
Sipping tea between loads of laundry
Memories rise from within my mind
And without consent words spring from my soul
“I am in emotional pain”
Words gently uttered
With an attempt at tempo
My song becomes strained
As I realize the fact that I am its source
“I am in emotional pain”
This time with more strength
Yet more strained as well
There is pain in these words
But the truth is addictive, so I dig deep again
“I am in emotional pain”
Said with strength, and conviction too
But the release is gone
The words fall hollow on my deafened ears
As the mantra seeps back into my soul
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Poetryjust my musings Feel free to leave comments or whatever but don't expect me to do anything about it. This is just a place I put what I write
