Sorry I haven’t written in a few days, but I’ve recently had surgery on my finger and it’s been hard to write. Here’s a poem about my experience. I hope you enjoy it!
A black flower dancing through the night,
As I lie asleep in bed, breathing the aroma of dreaminess.
A million fears go through the air,
As I struggle to close my eyes,
Imagining my afterlife in the deadliest row.
I beg and I plead and I shout and I scream,
As a thousand doctors hold me down,
The devil of angels seemingly choking me.
But I then fall asleep, dreaming happy dreams
And sniffing the black dancing flower,
Laughing gleefully as I dream.
