# Poem #34.1: What - Revised

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Poetry

#35 of Poetry

Some will question why I just didn't edit the old one. The answer is because we can all see how my writing has developed since I became a small child.
I knew that I had to revise this poem, I just never found the right words. But I knew it was either edit or scrap it, and I didn't have the heart to eliminate it.
I tried to stick to the main idea as much as possible, but I also omitted things that I thought were obviously childish.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.

_What_

It's sorrowful but it's joyful  
He's hurtful but also kind  
It's freezing yet I can't bear the heat  
It's mended and always broken  
It's so loud I can't hear the silence  
The paper is smooth and jagged  
There are so many words on the blank page  
The hard rock is so soft  
I see the square that's circular  
It's become a word of a phrase  
It's living inside its death  
There is something that could be nothing  
It has a name but remains nameless  
It's made by wood and made of brick  
It's addition and subtraction  
It's to multiply and divide  
It's uniqueness and all the same  
I see throught the transparent wall  
There is love and there is hate.

~bhscorch

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