he sits
contemplating things
that are beyond me
and my curtailed
knowledge of the world
or perhaps his mind is blank
and he is only admiring
what i cannot see
from this angle
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
