I closed my eyes to rest
but my brain refused
in my dreams was where I thrived
The screws in my head
spun wild so I laid there
sleep deprived
Scenarios that were
unrealistic
filled up my mind
The fresh smell of
scented flowers
I had to find
Counting sheep was
a waste of time
I barely blinked an eye
You'd think
waking up early
the following morning
would make me terrified
I was restless
my brain
couldn't detect it
I barely slept that night
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DESOLATE
Poesia·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...
