The curtains that hang to the floor
and touch the forcedly closed drawer
filled with things I haven't mind for
as I always just close the door.
Under furniture which I sleep
lay things piled in a heap
this mess has grown very deep
and organization will not keep
the pathways wind and wind
and there's clutter in behind
the bookshelves that are lined
with stuff I'm trying to find.
YOU ARE READING
I can't sleep poetry
PuisiThis is a collection of poetry. Not all of it was written in the middle of the night but what was is horrible. I hope you enjoy the good poetry in here though!
