Criticism

On a horse named Vision
Rides my insanity
Do you understand?
Are you alive?
Do you hate my poetry?
I hope so, it helps my style
You are an enemy
Your eyes blink messages
What does it all mean?
Are you friendly or quiet?
Distant -across America
Poets still dream of acceptance




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