Slumber Poem by James Crieta

Slumber



Clouds.
It's raining.
I was hidden.
When will you see?
Sunshine.

Cold.
I shiver.
I ask you.
When will I feel?
Warmth.

Tired.
I can't.
Me at you.
When will it be?
Slumber.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: frustration,pain
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