At 10 pm I'm trying to sleep
only for some memories to seep
At 11 pm I can feel the tears
slipping from all those years
At 12 am they're silent sobs
for every memory that got robbed
At 1 am they're inaudible screams
till the morning's light peaks through in beams
At 6 am I'm finally asleep
After battling a war only I can see
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Way of my soul || Poetry
PoetryFragments from my life. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear reader, thank you for being here! I just wanted to say that I really love your feedback. Whether it's an...
