Further deep, a giant sleep,
Of stone, of rock, emerge to keep.
A garden green and gentle gleam,
A wide and peaceful flowing stream
Feels as but a restless dream
I to this world am but passing guest,
My rock to stumble when over-stressed.
My safe space,
I'd rather be dead than gone from this place
Sadly exams beckon me once more
If only bio wasn't such a bore
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Nonsense and Noise - A Collection of Poetry and Micro-fiction.
Cerita PendekWords unspoken, letters unsent. Odes to deep and dark December. A roller-coaster of a mad man's ramblings with nothing to his name but a pen, paper, and neon ink.
