Late at night, awake I am.
Almost past 2 am.
And as wars go on throughout my head,
I lay still, in my bed. And with enough said, I feel dead.
But soon, my mind begins to wonder....
Of mountains, over yonder. And while my thoughts are getting stronger,
My eyes are open, no longer.
And as I sleep, I have dreams...
Soon interrupted by sunlight beams.
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Random Book of Peoms
PoetryThese are just random poems that sometimes pop up in my mind, so I write them down I basically just do free style. No sonnets or diamantés or anything. Maybe an occasional haiku though.
