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Poem Details
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| Title: | Spectrum |
| Author: | Jak |
| Date Submitted: | 12/7/2011 |
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My brain, constant thoughts, rushing and racing People scurrying, motion hurrying Why do they ignore me? Do I put them off? Is it how I look? Is it what I say? The old cliché; cover/book Surely it cannot be me, surely It is them? “Yes, it must be them.” I put the people in motion, it is I who make the people scurry But why, why is my mind filled With doubt and worry? Why Must I feel this torment with No end in sight? No light at the End of the proverbial tunnel? Ignore them, for they’re the Ones in the wrong, you’re never Wrong, you’re infallible, unmoveable, Perfect in every way. You are the salt The earth. Isn’t this all chemicals? ... |