Every night as I try to pass the night away
I hear whispering coming from behind my door,
and then I see a swarm of bees come into my bedroom
eventually keeping me awake throughout the night,
opening the door and coming in,
sporadically pacing my bedroom walls
as they whisper for me to come to them
for many hours,
until I come to help them
and suddenly they all disappear
without a noise ever happening
and every night, without fail
I think nobody will believe me
if I say bees are talking to me in my room
so I keep quiet.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
