Child’s play too

One thing be of mind

I don’t compete with a childish mind

As they walk and creep at nights steep

I sit blind

No peace to heart and no Evers to mind

It’s almost as if

The miserables want you to be just as miserable as it gets

As you sleep, they creep

Going through your belongings and altering your appearance like creeps

All to find?

Nothing but a childish mind


Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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