I have a friend I keep with me always.
He sleeps in my bed and accompanies me down hallways.
He's not always nice.
Kinda keeps my life in a vice.
I push him away but he'll never leave.
Befriending him was kind of naive.
He tackles me down every night.
Then makes my mornings cheery and bright.
My friend lives in my brain.
Can you guess his name?
His name is hope
and I'm strangled by his rope.
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Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
