I yearn for slumber
A place of no hunger
Were reality does not pillage and plunder
No such thing as making a blunder
And when I snore it sounds like thunder
Hoping it’s my Mother’s arms I’m under.

Sadly every tale has an end
Left with not even a smile to lend
Just these broken dreams to mend.

Yet all is not so bad
Sometimes life can be kinda rad
So to live it I am glad
Although at times I feel a bit mad
Sucks how all I ever feel is sad.

Hoping I’ll learn the lesson
That often comes with what’s expected of a person
Still wonder why I’m slept on
Praying these words will put me straight on
And my poetry will turn into a song
That your heart sings when it’s torn
Along with a spirit that is worn.

Realize you were never alone
Even all the times you watched porn
And your soul felt scorn.

So read my poems when you’re alone
When there’s no one to talk to over the phone
And your mind creates the sound of a drone
It’s my only escape when I’m torn
These words I use to mourn

Disregard norms like those coins I tossed
Maybe I’m just cursed.
Plan to share and move forward
Still dream of an early death which makes all of this awkward
Wonder about when I go will I be honored?