Poetry
I hate poetry.
Not because of the reasons you may think though.
I hate it because it makes me think
about myself
about the world
about the condition of everything.
All of the rhymes feel like a joke
I have no time to think about my life
and every time I do it makes me choke
my words stumbling.
But it never ends
A poem never stops
It's just the pen that does.
Copyright © Amelia Harrell | Year Posted 2018
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