Eye

I sit
I think
I smile
I yell
And now I write.
I allow my pen to cry in the comfort of the paper.
Words hug my soul they are my comfort in cold.
I toss and I turn…too many unfinished poems.
Half sleeping with a full mind.

-Leighrick

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