POEM STARTER
The Thin Line Between Happiness and Joy
Compose a poem with this title in mind.
When Voids Dream…
And in the night,
when nightmares
rave.
Two eyes are
seeping through
to my
brain.
A solitude
wrapped in
flames.
Desperate to
eat my
sane.
Lively, loveless
drops of
rain.
Trickle
down
down
down...
growing daisies
on my
grave...
-HMG
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