Here i sit
Piled beneath blankets in my basement bedroom
Listening to the howling around me
Angry voices from the floor above me
Wild winds from beyond my window
And the mess and mumble in my own head
It is almost ten thirty in the morning
And I have yet to get up
But I'm not ready for that yet
I'm pretty sure I haven't even opened my eyes
Because
I haven't seen anything
Worth remembering
Yet
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
