Strange poem I wrote a few weeks ago. It presents an interesting conundrum. Maybe the weirdest poem I've written to date.
If it's you
If it's you that rattles round my cage
Tempering my growing, ceaseless rage
As time goes on amidst the well-worn age
As I turn to till another page
I don't know what to say
As I pause between the stakes to die
As I turn my head unto the sky
A whisper comes to sing another sigh
Another life to live, another try
The stage is now the focus of the ray
I had to start a new chapter named "Unsettled" as the only title that makes sense for something that makes no sense. to me.
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