Writer Unknown

Spoken like a whisper
Inner thoughts
Strange words
Inside me

Strange feelings
In my head
I feel weak
Vulnerable

I can’t think
Words are passing
They come to me
When I let them through

Written in the past
The words could remain unseen
Spoken from the future
With myself in between

And now, a poem
Appeared on this paper
Writer unknown
With myself as creator

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