The blankets were warm
They left a cozy feel
I couldn't tell if this was dreamland
Or if this was real
The pillow curled my hair
Messly into waves
I swear I felt dead
Like someone buried me in a grave
I don't want to leave
My safe place
To live life
With the other hamsters in today's race
Boy oh boy did I hate waking up
I don't know what I hated more
Leaving my bed
Or waking up on the floor
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PoetryI hope to inspire everyone with my poetry. I want people to be able to relate. My poetry is just how I feel in that moment. Happy, sad, angry. Poetry is my therapy and you will find that you are not alone. I hope my poetry can be a therapeutic treat...
