arrived from school, went to bed.
closed her eyes, wanting to sleep.
opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling.
she just can't sleep with this unknown feeling.
she wanted to do something,
but she's not in the mood for it.
suddenly feeling a bit gloomy,
now she's being moody.
"what is happening?"
is what she managed to think.
for her mind is rarely functioning,
all she could hear is the clock's tick.
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raindrops
Poetrywords that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.
