I envy the blissful,
The blissful sleepers,
The blissful dreamers,
With their sandmen,
And sweet relief,
That comes from sleep,
Where did my sandman go?
He vanished without a trace,
Sealing my fate,
Providing me my excuse,
To exercise my gloom,
Goodbye Mr. Sandman,
I pray you will return,
One day,
Soon.
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Shit Happens
PoetryThis is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expe...
