sleeping endlessly
floating on clouds that feel like rocky pavement beneath my feet
scraping and scratching
lost in storm clouds and thunder
but it doesn't hurt
it doesn't matter
what matters
is why am i sleeping
walking on rocks and ripping my feet
basking in the rain and fear
when i should be driving to my nine to five
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Poetry Book 2
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
