Speaking of Somnolence

It's been almost a decade since I wrote this set of poems and I still thought of it sometimes, before I eventually dug it out and read its proper contents, and thought to myself 'some parts make me cringe'. Then I realized I have the freewill to revise whichever passage and no one would ever even know the original lines, at least not the ones who once came in contact with the original media, whom at this point are close to nowhere near here. As cringe and generic as the lexicon probably sounded, I thought it was quite impressive that I could make it somewhat rhyme without having it sound like a nursery rhyme. Or not, I don't know, I'm no literature expert. I think in a way that rhyming exercise alongside the many others before that influenced my present day writing style, and I still thank myself for sticking to it and finding joys out of it. I clearly remembered back then that I was writing whatever came to mind late at night in a half-asleep, sad and gloomy state alongside a KBBI…