I turn over,but cannot hide.I should be asleep,but I cannot. I can feel it,like I am somewhere else.The hoursonly expandand they grow. I don’t know…
Poet & Storyteller
I turn over,but cannot hide.I should be asleep,but I cannot. I can feel it,like I am somewhere else.The hoursonly expandand they grow. I don’t know…
The ship refused to move.She’s grown tired of the storm,The rocking, the tossing,And the turning.I picked her up and swallowedHer whole without second thought,Away from…