The golden dawn
Red, watery eyes, as red as wine
black lumps in the eyes like
garbage bags
sleep does not take hold of me
Can I sleep with my eyes open?
The great awakening of the yellow cat is about to come out
I feel empty somewhere in my body
but i don't know where that feeling is
of loneliness like that of darkness.
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The butterfly Effect
PoetryShort poems I write when I'm inspired by good or bad things, I'm new at writing poems