for hour 7

Hour seven “Write a poem from the inside out.”


Helloooooooo. I’m in here, with my friends.

We are the words, all the words and the feelings.

We want to escape onto a page together

But we can’t find our way out.

We feel like we are in a pumkpkin

Waiting for a space to be carved with a pen

Then we can march out in some order

With some sense, some rhythm

Hellooooooooo. Can you hear us?

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