The light is dim and growing darker
As my eyes wander aimlessly
I see hands grasping
And men floating
And shadows dancing across the room
I feel the caress of my body
As I fight away the feeling of a presence
And if I stay static too long
It becomes too real
But I urge myself not to sleep
Not even to escape this
For the night is solidarity
And even if I'm not alone
I feel it
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Poetry Sucks: a poetry collection
PoesíaA collection of poems written by a dingus who doesn't know how to write poetry. All of these are public domain so you can use 'em in your TikToks or on your MySpace pages. This mainly consists of: -Serious poetry -Vent poetry and, most importantly ...
