Poem: plethora

So I wrote this is history class the other day and it's creation is influenced by class, documentaries, life, and love. I will call it poem: plethora. Don't really know what to title it. Usually I don't know what to title most of the randomness I write. And trust me, this will be random. But then again, it's not to me. I know why it is and what it is.

Sentiments
Sentimental feelings
Mental acrobats
The causation of the psychology exercise that works out the brain
Keeps it right and tight
And worrisome and confused
Lies in a small space in the southern hemisphere of the United States
Too far but never too far to know that the heart beats louder than drums played by any musicians' band.
Understand?
Sentiments.
Sentimental feelings
Will never disappear like the sky or the heavens
Or the trees and in the summertime
All the bees.
They won't go away like the pestering people that live blind to the realities of the world.
More concerned with pop culture than human nature.
Naturally, it leaves one hurt and bruised.
Feelings that seem to overlap.
Building sturdy foundations where brokenness can lay
Safely.
Accompanied by regret.
I bet.....
You any amount of money that better times will come.
I just don't know where they would come from.

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