as i sit at the other side
of the room that i am in
i notice such different minds
though my mind is as empty as a tin
shattered thoughts may have lingered
though nothing is new in this weather
but i can't help but feel like a trigger
as i am afloat like a feather
the captive of my soul
has held more than my mind
and i only do feel like a fool
as there is no other sign
i cannot grasp what this is
neither can you of what lingers in
maybe i can only get a gist
one of that is just small like a pin
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
