Poems from N1sand
Home life
Not much of a home life
More like a break life
Not much of a choice life.
Feel numb life.
A voiceless life
Another void life...
I wish I was a cat.
Instead of a lying rat.
The cat doesn't care about it's colors.
In fact they will show them off to others.
Instead of...
Picking off the dying roses on your grave
I'm sorry that you couldn't be saved.
Maybe in the end times
or maybe even at the end of the line...
Bored, to tears.
That a minite nay even a second feels like years.
Years, eons, even centuries have gone by.
When will this boredom end. ...
Math, math, nothing but math.
My poor brain can never last.
With it's endless numbers.
Always sending my thoughts into slumber.
Ugh, math...