Don't wake me up,
in the middle of this mess.
I can't handle,
the swirling of the winds.
Life me up,
during this slumber,
spin me around
as long as you can.
Let me feel the rain come down,
without getting wet;
Let me feel the sand on my feet
without the mess.
Let me dance in the storm,
without the torture.
I can't handle this mess.
I don't want to hurt.
The swirling of the wind
lifts up the sand.
It rains from the clouds,
and night goes away.
I'm mesmerized, in the eye.
It's beautiful,
I can't look away.
Don't wake me up, don't wake me up.
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Seashell in The Sand
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
