Poetry understands
walking dead,
monsters under the bed,
voices in your head.

Poetry understands
wounded souls,
storms, walls, 
severed rainbows.

Poetry understands
broken hearts,
rainy days, lonely nights,
moon light.

Poetry understands
star-crossed love,
hopeless romances,
second chances.

Poetry understands
twin flames
guilt, shame,
the blame game.

Poetry understands
weathered faces,
sad songs,
dark places.

Poetry understands
the mirror,
unanswered calls,
stumbles, falls.

Poetry understands 
it all. 

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