File In the Cake

An impression, like there are
so many emotions,
Filled with feelings,
Thinking about thoughts.
All bottled up,
Locked with a key
Trying to let them out,
Unable to get the hints
Put the file in the cake,
And the window is open
I can feel the draft

Unresolved problems
Answerless questions
An unsound history
Still waiting to
Accept the past
And realize reality

Everything I touch
Just feels cold
Try to open up, but
No matter how loud I yell,
The pitch of the scream,
Or the frequency of the syllables
Feels like no one can hear me
I know this
Impediment is not that severe

Miles C.

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