The fuel to my fire all turned to ashes
Mother bird eats the egg from her nest
Waking up to deafening late night crashes
Wearing a helmet with no crest
Walking down the stairs with stench of fishes
Straight down to the basement full of pest
Beyond the thunderstorm, lightning clashes
As I feel this tightening in my chest
Death waits until enough time passes
Compared to everything, time is fastest
The universe is always against my wishes
I might as well have a well-deserved rest.
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Poems by an Idiot
PuisiA collection of my poems. P.s. I'm still a noob, so any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated:)
