e-choe

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  • Angst

    e-choe

    The maniacal laughter
    Greets my silent walls;
    Bouncing amongst various wooden panels,
    This maddening cacophony
    Jubilantly carries its own chorus.
    Boisterously, I hear it
    Echoing off of comfortably foreign lips.
    From whence does this effrontery
    Originate?
    Slowly I realize
    That the bubbling brimstone
    Is my own.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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