And the blinds on the windows
Seem like bars on the world
Everything feels so empty
Yet pent up all the same
There's no release
Not one I can find
Not in pen pressed to paper
Not with ease to my mind
It all seems so useless
In complaining with rhyme
Cuz I know there are others
Who need the days time
Tears craft roads on my cheeks
But they don't make sense
I'm lost
I'm alone
And I don't know what to do
Because it all falls away
Before I figure it out
Jumping from one place to the next
Refusing to ask
I don't want this
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Fin
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PoetryHere we are again Another collection New poems Same person Here we are again Trying to make things And have them make sense Read, and tell me If you understand Cuz here we are again And I'm still not sure Placed 1st in Everything's Cancelled Awa...
