Hour 11: A Poem from the Inside Out

A Poem from the Inside Out

When looking in
Are we not looking out?
How to tell the two apart?
The outside, oh, so fragile
The inside naught but heart

A poem is the thing inside
That tears the outside down
Outside is where the poem exists
Parading into town

(from a prompt from earlier today)

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