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I Encircled Sit
I, encircled sit
knees to chest
head downturned
eyes closed
lips tightly clinched
Screaming
unheard
hands clasped
drawing legs tight
Wishing
this fetal position
was a beginning
instead it is
The End.
.....I felt that one. Honestly.
hmmm...this leaves me wondering many things. It's making me think...which is the essence of great poetry. But what is the ending of it all? Does it end? Excellent writing!