I took off my socks
And I drew near
Trying to race
To something I could barely hear
My sight was trashed
My voice still thrashed
I realized something
Far too sincere
Creativity is a minx
A thing I truly fear
One I can hardly catch
Before it disappears
Oh well, too late
The thought will dissipate
And I've lost again
To what I'll never regulate
Sorry it's been a while.
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...
