Dizzy and breathless, panicked and helpless,
Feet won't reach the ground and my my mind is full of sound;
Sounds I don't know but my thoughts are on show,
On show to the world where everything is heard -
But the ones that resound are the the ones unprofound,
And no one seems to care in the heavy misted air,
All of the lies falling from the skies
And unearthing the truth in a way so uncouth.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
