Right I need to let my mind out ,
I want to scream and shout.
Im losing my mind , i’m nothing but kind and now I'm running out of time.
My Emotions are extremely tiring , my soul feels like it’s flying .
I’m crashing and splashing , then my moods are flashing , I ask my self “shall I go dashing “.
but it doesn’t make it better , people say “only if you met her”.
I can only explain in words on paper , then people say “she’s hurt but a keeper”.
I Speak metaphorically so me I or her can’t hear so we don’t have to face the tear out of fear !
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Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: What my mind is saying 🫶 Hope you like the little read, and let me know what I could improve on. Thanks and love all my supporters because my poetry is getting me where I need to be🫶
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This poem is a shotgun shell. It carries power spreading out in all directions hitting various targets with a single blast. Diversification lessons the power of each one. Going from birdshot to buck shot or even a slug would increase the force. Nicely done
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