Clear as a window (well, I'll wipe it till its clean) I will speak and I will listen but I don't know what you mean it gets hard to pinpoint exactly
where
I
am.
so I draw a map of landmarks that is modeled after catscans north is south is east is west I'm used to it by now if you try to play Columbus you will most likely drown go to town! ask the people what had happened to the clown "he got up and left one day and didn't even make a sound... but he's around we hear him when he speaks inside our minds never gives straight forward statements just communicates with rhymes" Yes The loyal, happy townsfolk noticed, but they never said that something poisonous made him delirious inside his head instead of getting help, he just played what he was dealt three 6s and a joker laughing all the way to hell
Most of my poems are about anxiety so here's another