The Poem That Creeps


United States
42° 51' 51.606" N, 87° 54' 49.9212" W

This is the poem that creeps
in the shadows of your mind
that holds back its tears
because it sees what you see
because it sees what you don't

And when sadness consumes
it only spares the skin and bone
this is the poem that sulks
knowing it has harmed
Then smiles as it creeps away


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