Name.

A poem.

What doth hath thy name,
Yet goes unspoken without a single though?
Those thought of thy name,
Go without taunt.
Many a bunch of times delight,
Have been insightful and flight,
Why dose thee tempure grow,
During these times of woe and fright?
Doth thou fear thee?
An unseen foe for thy creative mind?
Does thy mind seek untrue?
Hast we'n been in vain?
Questions beening of answer'd,
Full of thy harsh feels towards thee.
Why dose thy feel comtempt towards I?

Author's Note

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