The pen
Gripped tightly in my hand
Poised to write
All the things
Inside my head
All the things
Of the world around me
All the things
That I observe
From my vantage point
Above the others
But perhaps it is in fact
Below the others
And yet
I hesitate
Incapable of moving my hand
To explain all the things
So they stay trapped
Inside my mind
Unknown to the others
Cuz even if I tried
They could never understand
My perspective
But perhaps one day
They might
For now
I'll decorate the page
With fantasies
They want to see
For now
I'll use my talent
To hide the things
Within my head
In plain sight
For all to see
All to hear
All to know
And then they'll join me
But perhaps they won't
Ever be able to be on my side
So i'd like to know what y'all think of this one, please.
Until next time -☔
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When Rain Falls
Poetry"When rains fall And shadows crawl That's the time I hear my call A random word Is all I heard Now I write With emotions stirred" That poem essentially describes how I write the poems in this book. All of the poems are mine. Also the poems get bet...
