Molehill (Poem)


An outbreak of emotion
Diagnosis says hysteria
Far too much commotion
Lost somewhere in Bavaria

Hand-walking up a hill
Marathons every day
Careful, slow not to spill
Up until dawn, sitting

Bricks lay row by row
Not all walls have doors
Minds refuse to show
Truth leaks and pours

Freshness is quick to spoil
Nature conflicts nurture
Long days account toil
Answers evade searchers

Fear of tears climbs high
Unclear from thinner air
Epiphanies in clouds fly
Reaction means you care

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