Pull out my guts and give them a feel
What do you think they're saying?
It's kind of hard to hear them
With all that skin and meat in the way
Maybe if the world's rotation meant something
I would like to feel it moving
But focussed on my own movement
I can't see too far ahead
Where are these feet going?
Are they going in circles?
Why is that a good idea?
Maybe I need to think a bit...
Chase the calmness,
Lead it to a familiar fence.
That's my heart,
I need it now.
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roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoetryNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
