Thinking to much
I'll never be grammatically correctHow can I be, Being someone like me.
Even though I had the schooling,
A lexdysia misinthrop who couldn't read.
Then again I've never been sane,
Why on earth would I want to be.
In a world that constantly bleeds,
While the vampires of the world feed.
Going to bed at one, Getting up at five,
You would think I'd be more dead than alive.
Thinking to much drives my mind wild,
It's the word's that I write I cannot find.
It's as though there asleep in my mind,
Slowly drifting out of my half awake head.
As I watch the clouds form in the sky,
Is this the time for me to say goodbye.
What if we could move onto the next,
It would be a wonderland of possibilities.
A peaceful land, Shared by man,
That I know, I would love to see.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-08-08 at 00:07
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