I finished early in math and quickly became bored... so I wrote these poems:
The words will come
The words will come
I don't know them yet but
The words will come
Uncertainty
A lethal disease
Captures the throat
And twists words at ease
Stupid cupcakes
Have nothing to say
When handled wrongly
Uncertainly
The words will come
Confusion muddled faces
I look across the room
Someone's looking down at their paper
I wish it wasn't true
I have no mouth
I cannot speak
The truth I have concealed
It's leaking out
Piece by piece
Water undistilled
I look again
He's talking now
Words I cannot hear
I wish I could
I wish I could
Have an adequate ear
If only I was over there
Maybe I could work things out
But I cannot speak
No words have I approved
A line has formed
I cannot walk
Too thin is the air
Golden hair
Mine
No never shall it be
I cannot see
I cannot see
Goodbye forever
I have failed
Please just look at me
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