Out of Batteries
I close my eyes and stretch out one hand,
Taking my other and running a finger across its length.
How is it that I know what I am experiencing?
I cannot see it. It is not prone to the world and it's distortions.
But I feel it With every fiber that is I.
This is how I know of the world around me.
Taking my other and running a finger across its length.
How is it that I know what I am experiencing?
I cannot see it. It is not prone to the world and it's distortions.
But I feel it With every fiber that is I.
This is how I know of the world around me.
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Even in Free-verse, I'm not so sure this counts as a poem.Feedback (The kind I can use to improve my writings) is appreciated.