Confession of a Poetic Wannabe
Everything around me
Turns into poetry--
But badly written.
My brain foams
Like it was bitten
By a rabid dog
Or like an angry mob
That doesn’t know what it’s ranting about.
Copyright © Anamika N | Year Posted 2012
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