Dreary As I Am Poem by Jason HeathFitzgerald

Dreary As I Am



Dreary as I am,
dreary as it is,
weary is my head.
Fatigue fills my design.

Yet I find solace in my chambers.

My chambers that are dark,
my chambers that seem cruel.
The night creature's den.
The living zombie's tomb.

I find solace in my rooms.

Celebrate in your streets.
Deplete your bottles 'till you drown.
Fill your memory with nets of white.
But I'm not coming around.

I will seek comfort in my chambers.

Not to be found.

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Jason HeathFitzgerald

Jason HeathFitzgerald

Bartlesville, Oklahoma
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