No rest at nightA Poem by BillyHow do you silence that without a voice? And if it has no voice, how does it speak? My mind, never stops
An incessant taunting Haunts me every night Sleep does not come easy
A strong desire A constant fear Many questions unanswered
No real joy Just distracting filler Is that any way to get by?
I fear the stress will catch up to me Swallow me whole And I will cease to be © 2008 Billy |
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Added on May 24, 2008 Author
BillyAstoria, ORAboutI would hardly consider myself a poet, a novelist, even a writer. What you read on here, is all me. My real thoughts, my real feelings. Do keep in mind however, feelings and thoughts may change. more..Writing
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