Phantom Pantoum
I avoid the formal poem.
I realize this is about control.
Like an aperture, I only let in so much–
I was once a very different person,
I realize.
This is.
About control, I try and keep a clear mind.
I was once a very different person
easily hurt by the actions of others
I held close.
A clear mind
isn’t the most fun, but
easily, hurt? Nah.
The actions of others?
I held.
Close.
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Intriguing poem. Great job.