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Chesne Wisdom

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since July 2018
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Head Full Of White Boards

July 12, 2018

I'm in a room full of white boards.
I can tell that they had something written on them,
But what was it?
Was it important?
It must have been because there are so many.
So many.
I can't read what was written.
It's driving me crazy.
The white boards are actually on wheels.
The boards are suddenly moving around,
Weaving in and out.
I can't keep track of anything.
What do I do?
What's more important,
Stopping the whiteboards
Or figuring out what they said?
Nobody can help me.
There is nobody else in the empty room.
The room doesn't even have a door.
I am stuck and I can't even figure out
What to do with these stupid white boards.

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