The cloudy skies
Surprise me
When I woke
I saw the sun shinning brightly
The daisies
Still alive
I don't know why
It must be one
Of winter's illusions
I listen to the birdies
Chirp
Their winter tune
At half past noon
The hairs on my neck
Are standing straight up
As the chilly morning breeze
Washes over me
Winter has come at last
Time to break out
My old sweatpants
Get out my favorite book
And curl up by the fire
Cause it's the beginning of winter
And I'm already
So tired
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Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
