Born from a painful somnolence, Where I made my bed And I went to lay These are the mournings of someone, Who watched herself find solitude in disarray. What's left of my soul lingers here, Trapped In tender delusions I must silence myself just one more day. (In progress)

a collection of short poems that were the result of late night breakdowns i sincerely hope you can't relate to some of these enjoy p.s. lowercase intended

poetry by me, done in April 2020 during the COVID-19 lockdown when my head was pretty dark. prompts based on escapril2020, created by savannah brown. thank you for reading. All rights reserved © Katelyn Taylor 2020

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