I browse the poems on Hello Poetry
and chance upon yours,
It shakes me to my core,
Like it was written by me, for me.
My thoughts you spread out on display,
My miseries, you named them.
How did you know?
How could you have known?
The blood shed was wiped clean,
The bruises, camouflaged accordingly.
But here, staring at me,
were details of my life,
Penned by a seemingly unknowing entity.
Inclined to turn away,
I quickly close the page,
Goodbye Poet,
Goodbye Poetry!