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Scribble your confusions
On paper
Does the blue
Turn to red
There lies the heart
So black and torn
That one refuses to believe
That it harbored blood
Words fall short
Yet pain is vast
All aches in head
Laugh loud
As they stay
Where there are
And refuse stairs
Of words
How do I write
What cannot be written
So I shake my head
Slip into bed
Make a pillow
Out of my
Exploitation
By others
And sleep
Like a log
Not knowing
If I am dead!
Poetry is meant to be enjoyed and not skipped and hopped. Look at the words carefully. Work your mind to make interconnections and then marvel the meaning. You would enjoy it all the more.
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