The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

blinds closed.
pitch black.
I lay me down to sleep.
awake, dreaming of better.
mattress is now form-fitted.
ran out of Netflix shows. 
I know all the lyrics
to the newest albums.
noon and I are peas and carrots.
get up and stretch
when the sun is at its highest.
no wonder I'm at my lowest.
reposed into oblivion.
the comfortable life.



~Written by: Virgenal Owens