Poetry Blogs (Paralysis)
To Fall Awake
But Did I Even Fall Asleep Last Night,
Or Have I Always Been Here?
Stood-Up Too Late To The Dark In Me.
Just Get Me Back To Where I Can Breath.
In Here I’ve Always Been.
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:24 am
Latter
First He Saw The Shadows
Sitting On His Roof
And One Began To Walk Around.
It Wouldn’t Be Long Now
‘Till The Spell Has Unfogged.
Whatever Plans He May Have Had,
Have All Come To An End.
Thursday 23rd May 2019 4:25 am
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