It's fine
It's fine
It's fine.
That statement gyrates down
And emerged again vehemently
Maybe even brand me, seeping out my blood
And display the message out loud.
Echo, echo, I hear the weak echoes!
I hear the stupid, I hear the flaw
I hear that wonted bellow
That all I want to do is to take off my useless ears.
It's pretty tedious to listen
It's pretty sickening to just follow
It's so appalling to flow down my mouth
And afterwards there's that excruciating howl.
And I again heard the echoes
And I again would pierce
Like my host was up for lots of rents—
Over and over again.
It's fine
It's fine
It's fine.
Goodness! I think I'll be my own demise!
...
Why am I fearing of?
What is this I'm trying to hide?
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
