I write poems that go unread
Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head
Other times I write them
But hide them instead
I hide them because who they are for
Leave me feeling unsure
I write for myself
I write for others
I write for those that get left on read
Because sometimes it is all in your head
And sometimes
You’re just not in the right place
Even when wonderment is staring in your face
I write
Because it is the last sense of control I have
As life spins ever faster
It feels like jumping from one disaster to another
The only comfort is not being alone at home
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