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Just Another Poem

The beat of the drum echos in my ears, making them ring and long for old whispers. My poems are such a drag, pouring my heart out into something that will get lost in the memories of old day dreams and cloudy days. Storm after storm, and I get back up, wishing for something to change so I can keep my world spinning. I'm so tired of doing nothing yet never want to do anything. The world is on fire and nothing can put it out so I'll write and watch as these pages burn.

written 7/21/24