Below is the poem entitled Stifled which was written by poet
Taormina. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Up at dawn listening to some tunes;
Whatever I did last night the place seems in ruins
And over on the bed she lays but I only glance;
Right now it’s probably not worth the chance.
Apparently they learn to spit fire once they’re older
And I’ve got burns all over my neck and shoulders.
Look at me I can be downright silly;
But I’m laughing at myself the hardest really.
Sometimes people get through it but don’t really weather the storm;
And they never live the life of which they’re born.
And I tell you people I just can’t win;
And there has to be something wrong with my pen.