The hour strikes to midnight
And I find myself consumed
As these thoughts choke me
They grasp my mind intensely
Gripping me with every strength
I toss
I turn
No sleep
Just wonder
Regret from the past
Fear of the future
And hurt from today
I cannot seem to find control
No air to fill my lungs
Nor peace to calm my flesh
Just chaos in my head
Congesting me with vigor
I question everything I can
As I long for all that could be
And die to all that has been
I lay here empty in my soul
For giving up all that I sewed
The birds chirp as the sun rises
And my eyes sink deeper
As I think to the point of death
I burn from the exhaustions
I throb from the insomnia
Yet my body fights my flesh
That I gave up long ago
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
The hour strikes to midnight
And I find myself consumed
As these thoughts choke me
They grasp my mind intensely
Gripping me with every strength
I toss
I turn
No sleep
Just wonder
Regret from the past
Fear of the future
And hurt from today
I cannot seem to find control
No air to fill my lungs
Nor peace to calm my flesh
Just chaos in my head
Congesting me with vigor
I question everything I can
As I long for all that could be
And die to all that has been
I lay here empty in my soul
For giving up all that I sewed
The birds chirp as the sun rises
And my eyes sink deeper
As I think to the point of death
I burn from the exhaustions
I throb from the insomnia
Yet my body fights my flesh
That I gave up long ago
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