the thing about sleep
is that I always wake up
with reality staring
me in the face
the issue with music
i can only turn it up
so high
my thoughts sing louder
the thing with comfort
it likes to visit
but it eventually departs
it thinks it has overstayed its welcome
my welcome mat
it always begging
for peace
to spend some time with me
-o.a
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Scattered Fragments
PoetryThese are miscellaneous poems I have wrote over the past year. I got praise for a lot of them and even got some published by my school.
