I Lost My Twin of Thought
A minute to twin it, or when your twin fails you…
I have a twin
He makes me grin
I never talk
Because he talks for me
You see
I just think
But he does all the talking
He doesn’t do much thinking
One day I went for a walk
And I was thinking extra hard
Then something took me off guard
I stumbled onto a stage
Startled, I looked to see an audience
They stared and waited…
Their attention never abated
I looked all around
But my twin was nowhere to be found
My throat was dry
I wanted to cry
But instead
I said
“I lost my twin of thought!”
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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By Frank English6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Beautiful, Humorous, and Sad all at once. That's true poetry right there! <3
fuckin Shania'd mate! I'm still giggling and your piece has put me in the mind to do Stand Up Poetry i think!