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A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.
Never Sleeps

Never Sleeps

A Poem by WayzWithWordz

In a city that never sleeps
Where happiness and subtlety rarely meet
Walking these damp streets
Uncomfortable in my own feet

 

Slumber
Is just a number
That is never reached
Rest and relaxation are topics rarely preached
In the city that never sleep
Insomnia society
With a complex variety
Of roads and sidewalks
Languages and jive talk

 

In the city that never sleeps
I am comfortably captive
Quietly active
To devise a clever escape
Only when I can sleep again
But I may never wake


© 2011 WayzWithWordz



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This is the mind of every poet or writer. The mind is a city that never ever sleeps.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Slumber
Is just a number
That is never reached
Rest and relaxation are topics rarely preached

I so loved these lines, this whole write is remarkable, I enjoyed this write alot.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on September 6, 2011
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