What Is It Poem by Reginald Francois
What Is It
So I ask, what is it
From my heart I say it
From my body you see it
I know u sense it
And want to know, what is it
That makes my body shake
Like ground during a quake
Or makes me look so dead
Like cemetery’s dirt bed
Can steal the joy from eyes
Like the last breath of someone who dies
What is it
That can make me look so pitiful
Like a vicious murder, so dreadful
So I ask, what is it
Who is it
Why is it
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5/1/2024 10:20:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting and well done. Read mine - If Only - Adeline