My proudest poem for creative writing.
Outlet
A breath of conscious thought
Jolting me into reality
Electrocutes my circuit veins.
How quickly I pull my hand away,
But that tickle lingers.
My flesh is reddened-raw.
The heart struggles to escape its prison.
Tears splash into my wiry hair
As the scream reverberates.
But it’s done more good than harm.
Pain, another Life Lesson learned.
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