developping my thoughts

in an abstract way

is how i really feel.

it's not just happy or sad

or angry or tired,

it's like a symphony of violins

or waves slapping the shore

or like a tiger trapped in a cage.

speaking in our simple terms isn't

the same as the metaphors

that i've learned to use 


This poem is about: 


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