Warnings: Feeling called out lol
My finger taps the table top
My sisters asks me to please stop
I twist the metal 'round my skin
I feel so restless deep within
The book is great until it's not
The words have lost my train of thought
This hobby makes me oh so glad!
This hobby is now very bad
You move all the distractions out
You try to touch your tongue to snout
That food is now all that I eat
That food is now too sickly sweet
Where did I last see my dead phone?
Where did I put that week old scone?
Why am I drowned by all I feel?
Why do I dream of worlds not real?
Oh look, my kitty stretched her back
Oh look, the author's back on track
How do you think of just one thing?
How do you not just start to sing?
Have I been talking for too long?
Have I done something further wrong?
I'll finish this another day
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
