(A/N I just started writing this kind of poetry that I like to call “Confusing Poetry”! It definitely lives up to its name. Basically, it’s just random stuff I thought sounded cool. And it does! Tell me what you think.)

The Weeping Turnstile

Simple, yet to say

It would defy all they

Knew, they would not

Try to ignore, but they could,

Not to say that they did not attempt, then,

They, finding it futile,

Succumbed.