Ruled by scattered thoughts
Riven with sullen doubts
My finely wrought mind rightly burdens
a shattered sod like me
Damn my self-sabotage
And the treachery dotting my eyes
Tell me, how many nights must I suffer
before I see a cloudless sky?
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A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
