Hands UnseenA Poem by Will
I feel a pulling in my gut,
a tug from hands unseen. It doesn't seem malignant, neither spiteful nor mean. But it isn't pleasant,either, not acting like a friend. The more I think about it, the more my insides bend. I wish I could explain it, so it would make some sense. But I can't tell you what this is, almost a feeling of suspense. I think a storm is brewing, within the files of my mind. I want to explore this feeling, but I'm afraid of what I'll find. © 2013 WillAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWillBrooklyn, NYAboutWell now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..Writing
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