Hole
There's a hole in my head,
So the ideas that flood into
my mind leak out,
and form a puddle
at my feet.
I can look down at it
but all I can find
are a few scattered words
obscured and fuzzed
by my own ideas
and thoughts as I read the page.
Old poem-like thing I came up with during class.
We were supposed to be writing a summary and review on a newspaper article.
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