No.
Just get out.
I have had enough.
The agony stops right now.
There is nothing left to say.
I loathe the conflict.
It must go.
You.
Yes.
See my face.
Notice my resolve.
There is no breach apparent.
The future so well guarded.
I exist on strength.
Believe this.
Me.
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| Writing Prompt |
This poem has no rhyme, and is written according to syllable counts. Syllables are 1, 3, 5, 7, 7, 5, 3, and 1. The poem may be written on any subject, be center aligned, has no stanza limit, and should have complete statements in each line. |
Author Notes
Art courtesy Google Images
This has nothing to do with the virus.
I am celebrating one year of freedom.
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