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Yes it is 3am

A poem with no meaning
no metaphor  
no  idiom
no consonance dissonance or resonance  
just a pile of disjointed words  
a bunch who barely stand each other  
what meaning would you attain  
from such a round up of insoluble group?  
life is a journey they say  
and at each pit stop
each halt
each pause - whether forced or not is irrelevant  
been collecting words  
and they have somehow stuck  
struck a bond with me yet are at each other's neck inside of my head  
sometimes they decide to come out all at once  
sometimes they go on a strike or throw tantrums and block me out.
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Written by cold_fusion
Published | Edited 19th Mar 2019
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