Drip
Drop drip,
Thoughts falling
Like rain from clouds
On melancholy
Days
Full of
Hidden hope.
Can you feel it?
Storm clouds gathering?
Stop.
Listen.
We are free
In this growing
Hurricane of
Creativity.
Thought
Itself
Is pulling
Us forward, step
By step we follow,
Deep
Down we
Are sinking
In an endless
Abyss of wonder,
Terror...
Who knows?
Follow me,
So we can see
Where this journey
Takes
Us all
In the end.
Just don't lose hope.
Promise me you won't...
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
