There are nights
Where I can't sleep
For my thoughts
Are far too deep
At times my thoughts
Go for a stroll
Forever down
A rabbit hole.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
LXII: Alice
There are nights
Where I can't sleep
For my thoughts
Are far too deep
At times my thoughts
Go for a stroll
Forever down
A rabbit hole.
