Robert Hill Poems

is it school?
is it hormones?
is it stress?
is it the weather
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I keep emotions locked away
a caged animal ready to tear
tear away and show a candid me
so i hide him
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Nothing
nothing
not a word
not a ryhme
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I'm lying in bed
and a shiver runs down my spine
and I cant go to sleep
and then a simple yet ungainly question runs through my head
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I write my thoughts on this paper
a string of poetry
runs through my veins
and I must express
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hot night
clothes tight
brisk sweat
forehead wer
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