Night Walk Poetry

Little yellow rain coat Small rain boots Short soft hair The black cat stares Dreams lie dormant Beneath the pink wall's glare Despite there being others She still feels no care

Through the fire Through the ice Winter's wrath Was not very nice Through the blood Through the war And the death And despair I found you I found love In the dragon's lair

insomnia Wide awake at night Bloodshot eyes Heart racing I can't help it This feeling My skin is cold Yet I feel the sweat on the sheets This feeling At 3 in the morning Is you insomnia

There are many great poets out there, some have passed on, but it is still good to read the art of someone who was once here, and people who still are... Rupi Kaur Robert Frost Edgar Allen Poe Emily Dickinson