.little monsters in my head

.on the tallest tree
.on the highest mountain
.tiny voices whispered
.and echoed throughout the lands
.chanting little riddles

.there were little creatures
.out in the dark
.with red, blue, and green shoes
.making their mark

.around the stoops of my thought they paused
.now were nowhere in sight
.as they went on and rhymed
.words, defining me,
.defying my identity

.jacob g
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