Poetry '25

When I March

When I march,

I walk in circles.

When I sing,

I veer off key.

When I sleep,

I dream uneasy.

When I drive,

I speed regardless.

When I visit,

I spread rumors

When I ache,

I cry profusely.

When I speak,

I tell lies.

When I sit,

I watch intently.

When I rest  I mull intensely.

When I mourn,

I bleed profoundly.

Walter Weinschenk
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