I feel trapped in a snare
Poetically created
And for some reason
My instincts are honking horns!
You see, oftentimes Poets
Are misunderstood.
Their words are multi-layered
So is said
But am no poet now.
I should be understood
For what I am saying now.
Black Calla Lilies On My Grave
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