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Feb 2017
A lonely heart,evening time this is
Where the loneliness of a lone man
Kicks in.I cannot sleep my bed is full
Of misery,my life full of stress while trying to live care free.

Evening time,I cannot stand the evening,when slumbered am I gonna
  Dream again,if yes are my dreams
Coming true through slumbercation
Only. Am I living in a fantasy.having this sort of questions before sleep can make you hate the "evening times" too.

A lonely heart, hating the evening times. Are there ones I took gonna haunt me tonight,my brain the "haunted place" because of the deaths that occurred,my "no mortal supposes" the corpses and the blink of my eyes the burial.

A sleepless night with a lonely heart hating evening time.Was I ever alone  did GOD ever leave my sight? Did everyone leave or they were simply chased by my ignorance?
The evening times relate
Mlondi Slyvester Mdluli
Written by
Mlondi Slyvester Mdluli  south africa
(south africa)   
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