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Emilee Ayers Apr 2016
My nerves keep me from sleeping
I wish I weren't alone.
The house is creaking
My mind keeps thinking
How will I go on?

I know I must sleep
But I'm afraid to wake
Afraid to face what's ahead
Even if it's for my benefit.

This bed is empty
My heart grieves for one I do not know
Maybe if you were here
This house would feel like home.
I recently found this one I wrote in December, and at the end I added, "What are these words even"
I couldn't tell if it was part of it or just my reaction after.
Emilee Ayers Apr 2016
My pen begs me to write
Doesn't quit until it's satisfied
An addition;
Calling for me to commit this sin
Yet in this, I find freedom.

— The End —