Written by Jacob Ibrag

They take you in for who you are and

that eats  you up inside. ‘How can they condone

a being like me?’ They don’t condone anything, you’re all

meaning making machines. Searching for words that fit those

intangible feelings. You’re no different than a self proclaimed

broken CD player, skipping words only to try to make

sense of a song in the next sentence.

Photographer Unknown

14 comments on “Making

  1. OMG. I. LOVED. IT.

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  2. Roy Evans

    Wow! Lovely piece!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Loved the theme of trying to make sense of things that don’t make sense.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. georgethomaspoetry

    Another great poem πŸ™‚ I’ve just began posting my poems to WordPress, if you could have a read of one, I’d really appreciate your opinion πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Yes! Outstanding.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. So beautifully written

    Liked by 1 person

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