A serious poem inspired by one of the most inspirational wordsmiths ever: emotionsoflife2016
The ASD of my Poetry
I need to keep things happy,
I need things to be calm.
Don’t look below the surface
And I won’t come to harm.
For just below my surface
Is a maelstrom that I fear;
A cacophony of endless taunts
That I, alone, can hear.
And so I write a poem
Dressed up in silly garb.
The poem can’t be personal,
I cannot risk the barb.
I hear about the bad news
Then like lightening I move on,
Because I know the Darkness,
Where I fear soon I’ll be gone.
Thank you for the like, but once again another terrorist attack. I do believe we’re living in the last days because these are times like no other. Take care now.
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I hope ur fine
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We will work it out. Thank you so much 🙂
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