Wake
A Poem by Raven Goodpaster
Yes, wake.
Never ending madness circles around my aloof skull like a lost sock tumbling around an old dryer. My coffee shaking, creating the universe isn't always easy for a stout mutt like me. Crazed, gnashing teeth in the dark shred through leaves, eyes pierce my vulnerability and leave me paranoid, on watch for an lousy webs. Only but waves, these invisible festering eels, they warp my smile; they dim my room Beings, yet bold, they caress by care and seduce my palms. Quivering like a clinging Autumn leaf, I make my way back to the blissfully fake den and sip my steamy brew.
© 2020 Raven Goodpaster
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Added on April 7, 2020
Last Updated on April 7, 2020
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Raven GoodpasterColumbia, MO
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I am 17 years old. I love to write fiction and I dabble in poetry. I was born in San Francisco, then I moved to New York, and now...I am in Missouri. I train in Taekwondo and I also play piano. more..
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