Emily Trense Poems

The rhythmic drum beat begins,
All else is silent.
My heart stops.
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The credits start to run after the images fade,
Everyone agrees it was a great show and leaves,
Not giving much thought to all the work it took to be made.

The cast, composed of actors and actresses’, so glamorous,
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Yesterday I had no Responsibility,
I was just a child.
I only had me to look out for
I was wild.
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Poetry, oh poetry, why does my attempt to write you make me digress?
Writing you makes me feel uneasy.
I feel the more I say, my sense is less,
The more I write, my words become cheesy.
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