Drums beat
Thunder claps
Hooves stomp
My breath is caught in my throat
My body does not feel like it is mine
And those drums;
That thunder;
The hooves, stomping on the ground?
It is just my beating heart
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My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
