I can write so-called “poetry”,
and rhyme strange words essentially,
I can tell my whole sad story,
in prose that spit-shine defensively,
I can swim in an unforgiving sea,
breakers and barrels spin-cycling,
I can ride waves semi-professionally,
a pipeline that leaves my mind spiraling,
I can clean up and seem undoubtedly,
exactly the way everyone seems to be,
I can focus my brain’s scattered energy,
and complete tasks that are given to me,
I can turn off and on emotionally,
like a switch on a wall in a laboratory,
I can protect my childish feelings,
by detaching myself from reality,
I can recall things once lost to memory,
I can trace roots far back in my family,
I can complete a tax return accurately,
I can also lift and carry the heavy things,
I can speak several languages fluently,
I can tell a story pretty truthfully,
I can tow dead weight to shore safely,
I can sniff out the best kept secrecy,
but I can’t seem to truly comprehend,
how to get myself out of this wasteland,
my brain doesn’t appear to understand,
my body doesn’t answer to the demand,
how to accept the filth for which you stand?
how to walk away and not look back again?
how to convince myself that you are not human,
so that I can live with the mirror’s reflection.
The words you write speak volumes to me.
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Hugs, Sweetie.
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❤
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Powerful and well crafted
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Thanks my friend.
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My pleasure
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Love this. Wonderful write.
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Thank you, Bud. ♡
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