Week of Journals

A week with all meat

Slept through almost every beat

Man, I hate being stuck on repeat

But let’s keep that discreet

I’d rather hide under these sheets.

Inpatient & complacent 

Not here nor there

Always adjacent with my placement

But dear lose that fear

There’s a garden in your basement

It’s a new frontier.

Sunrise is her escape

Music opens the gate

Banishing all thoughts that dare

To leave doubt in thy ear

Guarded by the sun

This blanket could never be undone

Anyways, it's all in good fun. 

                -R.C