Creeping;
Through the windows
Cast against
Bare walls
Through the cracks
In dreams
It crawls.
Chaining sleep,
Each harsh breathe
A footstep nearer
To nothing.
Well, I write poetry, and I like to think I'm good at it. You should read them, Lots of people have said they're beautiful, And I like them well enough. So really. Read this blog.
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