Misty, mystic feelings
encompass who I am.
Surround my daily thoughts
that are backed up like a dam,
waiting for water
to rush forth with a gush
that only my emotions
silence with a hush.
'Tis it better not to witness
those things I don't perceive
or open up the floodgates
and hope I do receive
a vision of those feelings
and what they really mean?
Or wonder at the mystery,
the one that can't be seen?
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