POETRY – DAY 9 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
I wake up sweaty and sour
Out of breath, like I’ve been fighting
in my sleep
I have…
with myself
I wonder who won?
Who Won?
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
POETRY – DAY 9 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
I wake up sweaty and sour
Out of breath, like I’ve been fighting
in my sleep
I have…
with myself
I wonder who won?
Memoirs of Madness 
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