Be ready for a large amount of post in a short amount of time. Here is another poem I'm very fond of. I wrote it when I was completely exhausted and did not want to be at school. I didn't even want to be in Creative Writing, which never happens for me!
Sleep
So peaceful.
Nine till seven.
Almost twelve hours… sort of.
During sleep, anything can happen.
Whether it’s real life,
Or dream life.
The world could end,
Dinosaurs could come back.
You never know.
You could be kidnapped,
Or killed.
You might wake up,
You might not.
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