Laying in bed I hear the soft drone of rain on my window,
and the whole world slips away.
My worries, my fears, my questions, my problems?
They can all move quietly aside,
to sit and wait for another day.
For now,
I'll let the lull of this great and gentle storm,
rock me to sleep;
to a place only I know,
a place where I am one with my dreams.
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A Glance Into My Mind
PoetryPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.
