A drifting hand
You reach out
It withdraws
You had no doubt
Darkness surrounds you
Hours on end
Morning comes
You're Sleepless Again
YOU ARE READING
P. O. E. M. S.
PoetryEverybody has a poetic side and I have decided to share mine. Within the depths of a mind that is neither organized or understandable, I have brought together a series of poetic writings for the enjoyment of those on Wattpad. From the chaos that is...
