Insomnia's PathA Poem by NoenameThere’s a place I often go, Where nightmares begin to seethe Crawl around my bedside Dry the air I breathe Single moments last too long Like pulling on strings of time Tie them into knots Fool me till I’m blind Every step brings much closer, The things from which I run Fleeing far from fright Away from what’s been done © 2011 Noename |
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Added on May 28, 2011 Last Updated on May 28, 2011 Author
NoenameBurdenAboutWords do not exist in my head, They rest at my fingers, and torn papers surrounding my bed. Color does not rest in my eyes, I see nothing but shapes, and gray skys. Knowing me, is interesting you se.. more..Writing
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