When I'm sitting here,
Left alone with my thoughts,
They get very clear.
By this I simply mean,
I'm able to understand,
What isn't serene.
And yet this time hurts,
This time alone with my mind.
It feels like I'm in deserts,
It is all very nothing,
except for the painful heat.
And peace will never be my feat.
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Random collection of poetry
PoesíaThis is my compilation of new poems and old. They are not necessarily in chronological order so beware of random changes in quality. But I hope you enjoy my poems :)
