Poem
Hippopotamus
Alakazam
Flabbergasted
Waving these wands around,
yelling Alakazam,
hoping what was lost
will be found.
A weight on my chest
like a Hippopotamus taking every last breath,
but I can't stress
when in time I will be blessed.
Flabbergasted when I realized
why some things never last,
yet, to understand
really gave me the upper hand.
My poems are keys
to what sets me free,
these words inside
are my internal guides
teaching me to just be.
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