Up before the dawn
Had never gone to bed
The sleepless night signifies
A restless churning soul
In the stark white hospital beds
Amid the stuff sterile air
Lurks a virus in my mind
That lives to break and tear
The steady beat of the heart monitor
Cannot show the life inside
I've been brain dead for a while
But only now I recognize
The vacant inside
Where my heart should be
Is it the heart or the head
That matters the most to me
Either way they're both gone
So all that is left to see
Is a beating heart monitor
And dead memories
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First time updating from iPod so hopefully the font is okay. Working on the plot of My Soul and editing the first chapters, expect a new one towards the end of June or beginning of July :)
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Journey Through Me (A collection of my poems)
PoetryA collection of my poems about all kinds of emotions and experiences that people may go through daily whether they're bullies or picked on. Also poems about what I dream love is and talk about past, present, and future. Enjoy! :) I write all poems b...
