Sitting on the window side
He thought about what she asked
“What do you get from all this?”
He had no answer then
In his actions, a sense of peace
Was there, he felt relaxed
An unknown dark happiness
Seemed to envelope his thoughts
There was relief in pain
He can’t answer her now
He knows that she won’t
Be able to comprehend
His secret pleasures.
Randomness Inked 
This might sound really strange but I love how some of your poems read as prose but rearranged slightly. It makes me think that all we have to do sometimes is to rearrange what we are looking at in order to get a fresher perspective on it!
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Shhh… you caught my secret 😂😂
It’s not only about rearranging though. We also have to make it more implicit so that different meanings can be deciphered by different readers 😉
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