Every night, at twenty to one,
I get out of bed.
I sit on the floor,
Back to the wall.
And nothing more is said.
Because there are no words.
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Late Night Poetry
PoetryRambly poems that I write late at night. I only just realised that rhymed, how ironic. Uploads every Friday
No Words
Every night, at twenty to one,
I get out of bed.
I sit on the floor,
Back to the wall.
And nothing more is said.
Because there are no words.
