Im Not Sure
the time has come i can feel it,
but im not sure what that time is,
you know a poem doesnt have to rhyme,
but im just not sure about it this time.
I've been kicked out, shut out,
and im not sure what this is about.
This meaningless poem,
these bottled up words screaming to find a way out.
Sleep deprivation, an authors scout,
I wish to become known,
a look at the pebble, throw the stone.
The water in the lake ripples, and shines.
I will never know truly whats mine.
This malicious world, surrounding me.
This beautiful poem, asoundingly free.
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