I need to come up with what this poem is about. Tell me what I was thinking when I wrote it. Aeia told me to stream whatever poem came to mind, and here's what popped out. I'm sort of scared.
Pendant Earring
the pain, Searing
my vision, Smearing
the blood drop, Primiering
my hope, Disapearing
all the while, the crowd Cheering
although technically, they're all Adhearing
to the rules they have set, Rearing
their heads back in triumph, Sneering
at my fate, and Pioneering
a spirit, Domineering.
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