The sun shines brightly
But cannot pierce
Through the blinds
I wake in my darkened room.
I wake mystified
from a dream filled sleep
And ponder what
I shall do and say.
The mornings song so sprightly
And yet strangely fierce
Sings its designs
Its will to consume.
In this morn is typified
I'm pulled from dreams of the deep
And with one slashing cut
Thrown into the world of the day.
The tumultuous of things of me.
About Me
- Katie
- My name is Katharine, but I usually go by Katie. Somehow I'm tough and bratty at the same time. But despite of all that, I like being taken care of. Sometimes I don't understand my feelings and emotions, so I write poetry. Some of that is here, which is pretty much why I created this blog.
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