Poetry

Words Feel Different

KetCage

When I am stuffed with work,
I have more tasks than fingers,
I need to find some time to breathe,
And go to sleep dead tired
That’s when I find peace

When I’ve got nothing to do
I lay waste in my bed
Days just pass by with nothing new
And I stay awake so late
Is when I am most anxious

When did words
Start to feel so different
From what they meant?

Published by KetCage

Writing lets me express and expression is one of our greatest powers. So you could call me a superhero. If anything that I write makes you feel something and think deeply, my job here is done. Smile, because it's the best thing one can wear.

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