I bash my emotions into words,
simple slashes of unedited fragments
that later compound in thought.
Rivers rage from my fingers,
drowning out the voices-
I wish my mind could become
a placid lake, a peaceful place
where I can calm the calamity.
I am the epitome of cliché.
Overused, I am the word people
turn to when they wish to write
a piece of shit love poem,
saving the beautiful and eloquent
for the epic that will define them.
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