That was a nice, little nap.
Not long enough for the world to dissolve.
Not long enough for me to escape.
Not long enough for all the cracks to seal.
But, that was a nice, little nap.
Ladies dance in my dreams.
Skip across a field of grey.
I don't know where they're going,
I don't know where they've been.
What a nice, little nap.
I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know where I've been.
I let these ladies skip away.
That was a nice, little nap.
I skip on my own two feet.
To places where ladies fall behind.
To places where people fall behind.
This nap becomes a masterpiece,
Of twisting a broken reality.
I force shut longing eyes.
Stare at them, I coach at myself.
My eyes were made to open,
And open eyes are blind to ego.
What a nice, little nap.
The day is strung, a new one begins.
I leave behind my dream self.
I face what's in my mirror.
Nice. Nice, little nap.
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My Tragedies
PoetryThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
