Plenty for my Thoughts
I have so many thoughts in my head.
I can’t speak them,
I must keep them instead.
I think thoughts that thunder in my brain;
I stir them around as
I wonder if
I am sane.
I want to watch words share ideas,
I need people to care for ideas.
I wish my brain could express, exalt, exclaim.
I can’t make my inner working proclaim.
I make ideas fail, forget, and fear;
I cannot let you hear.
I have emotion without verbiage;
I think commotion without voices
I write neither poetry nor prose,
I speak not with power or performance.
I try but the words
I chose are not enough.
I know stuff that will stay on the inside.
I bear no limb strong or tough,
I wear no mouth with voice loud or gruff,
I cannot use these to bring all thoughts outside.
I own unique perceptions that try to be;
I posses novel conceptions that will die with me.
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