The breeze sings to me
only, it is in wispers.
The cool night tells me
'it's time for the horizontal style'
but that which I see in the skies
make my feet resistant.
I shut the window to my body
and try to will them move
but they snap back open
'leave us be, you can go without us'
I try to find the right diction to use
but thought it wise not to
because sincerely
my mind was not willing to move
and so was my body.
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JOURNEY INTO MY WORLD
PoetryWhen there's no one to turn to, we tend to turn to the one thing that's almost secrete to us. I turn to my pen and paper. My life might not be all that interesting but why don't u let curiosity get the better of you.
