Oh where has it gone?
My container of ink
Filling up my brain
Until it leaks
And spills over
Building castles and dungeons
Dragons and knights
Saints and retributions
Climbed and survived
It is not underneath my pillow
Nor in my cabinet of dreams
My spine had become sore
Waiting for weeks
For my glass to fill
The next realm
To build.
Papers stacked up
Like mountains
Waiting for the bottled ink to return
For now I am docile
To nonsense passages
When am I ever gonna learn
To keep a watchful eye
Take advantage of the allotted time
To sew these soliloquies
Into the finest fabric
And hang them up my closet
Then to vesture over this raw flesh
For my catharsis.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poesie"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
