Who am I in the mind of a critic?
Nothing but a tryhard and a decrepit.
What do I look like in the eyes of a doubter?
A small and rotten, wilting flower.
Who do I resemble in the archive of the shirker?
A fallen dwarf embargoed to eternal slumber.
While he’s busy slurping straight from his flagon,
I flapped my wings, no longer the sleeping dragon.
“Asleep Underground” is one of the poems in the anthology The Lion Eating the Sun. It was originally published on April 2018.

Birthed fom the clouds of dust, cats, Pokémon, Survivor, and philosophy, this poetry collection tells stories of life, love, and loss. This book also contains elements from the author’s other works and upcoming second novel.


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