(This is a bonus, it's a sonnet written with actual rhyme and meter.)
I gaze outside to see the shining sun,
A gentle breeze that causes trees to sway.
Such peace brings joy, I wish I could have some.
However, I know storms are on the way.
I glance around my room to see my things,
The pictures on the wall, books on the shelf.
With all these things a happy thought it brings.
All these things are meant to distract myself.
I try to fill the void inside but fail.
With happy things, I hoped to be at peace.
With sadness, I cry. With anger, I wail,
For I may never find my true release.
Choose to be happy, choose to be at ease,
Or you will be like me, always displeased.
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Waves Of Thought
PoetryThis is a collection of my thoughts and emotions written in free verse poetry. I write down these "waves of thought" to help process the feeling of existence "These thoughts have made me a prisoner to my own mind And I'm not sure how much longer I...
