Pitchers and pans in disarray
Toys scattered on the floor
Laundry in piles too much to weigh
Shoes discarded by the door
Churning thoughts circling your head
Whispers in your ear
It fills you full of dangerous dread
Of what is likely near
Inside your head, inside your heart
Inside your messy house
Disorder reigns and will not part
It fills your mind with doubt
But what we tend to overlook
Is peace that comes with panic
It's never written in the books
Because it is so manic
While it is true that the untidy
Can be very daunting
It's elegance is mighty
And it's presence not so haunting
You may not know just where to search
Yet if given the chance
You'll realize with quite a lurch
The beautifully unkempt
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My Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've written on various topics. Most of them are a bit dark, so if you get triggered easily I wouldn't suggest reading them. The reason it's rated as mature is because I don't know whether it would be too much for certain audie...
