I shut my eyes to forget the world
But the world found it's way through my ears.
I used to say distant wouldn't matter
But I ended up with tears tainting my cheeks.
The world kept asking me about my feels. Salting the wound with their rantings.
I coverd my scars and plugged my ears
But the world didn't get enough and followed me.
They poked me with their pointed fingers
And blamed the warming on me.
So I shut down my sense
And uncapped my fears.
I used my pen as a sword versus the world.
But the world wasn't illiterate and backfired with words.
They draped the ground with solid pain and hurt.
So I jumped to the water abandoning earth.
I found the solitude and the comfort I craved.
Deep in my ocean of unspoken words.
Then I saw a glimpse of something dark afar.
It was the world coming to tear me apart.
I ran with my bloody feet
Till I reached the egde of the world...
But the world nonetheless followed me
So I threw my hands in the air and said . . .
'hey world! Make it quick i got somewhere else to be'
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This is by far the weirdest poem I ever wrote . . . I blame the flu.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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