poem #1 of: pensive + reminiscent + loudly passionate vibe I sit on my bed, heavy chested and hollow. I await for tomorrow, for today is already a waste. I sleep, And there I am in another unrealistic dream. How I want it to be, how it must be. I cannot fathom the next day, so I await death. My inner voice tries desperately to convince the foolish segment of my mind and body that dares to persist. BANG! BOOM! A storm, unexpected arrival time, yet distinct in its entry. Its
