It’s like a sickness. A raised temperature, An unfocused delirium, A feeling of coming death. Midnight creature, forced, Awakened at unnatural Hours of the day In a battle for survival. A sense of nausea Unable to be quashed… Read More
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Posted on October 10, 2017 by akervand
Original Work, Poetry
life, mornings, nightowl, nights, poem, Poetry, Self
A creative blog filled with original poems, favorite poems, and the randomness in between.
Besides writing poetry, I am also interested in audio production and sound design.
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