Murred

All of the reasons why

Those that dont make sense to–(think)

Lets call it a coming to

Realizing– everything once seen ain’t apart of the awake

Led on by infiltration

Curiosity sat with me –lying within this theory

“You are what you make of me”–

Now make of me

Echoes filled the room as i drowned in the sounds of speech

Reality stored “you are who you seek”

Mitchell.Tierra (AE)

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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