Blockage
Eggshelled comfort, layers this growing seed,
instinct matures curiosity and I begin to feed.
Protection speak with sound I yet to understand, yet it comforts me, calms me to a humble sleep,
Irritation over my lack of wisdom, echos out the corners of my eyes,
and I drift into helplessness, hopelessness because I'm vulnerable at best.
I yell with pure innocent violence, demanding to be herd, longing to be fed.
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