There are people in my mind.
Though, in the real world they exist Not.
In them, great comfort I find.
I wish to share my comfort.
Yet,I do not wish to appear mad.
Yet, I desire to grant entry to my fort.
So, I scribble and write.
Both day and night.
And turn these people into a story.
And they are not sorry.
But, now, they think my madness right.
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Life and It's Offers
PoetryA collection of poems that depict life and everything it has to offer. Some are infused with humor while others carry an underlying sadness.
