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Jul 2018
Movie frames, playing on the dark backsides of closed eyelids
The things we thought we conquered fighting back against our sleep
The mistakes we made and guilt and shame and regrets played on repeat
But they can't define us unless we allow the weight of them pull us under
The places in the grey, sticking spikes into our veins to orchestrate temporary escapes
I can sense the desperation seep through your skin when we talk of them
Please don't go back, I'll walk through the movie screens and shattered dreams to stand by you
Please don't go back to the dark where we can't find you
I've been there before, lost hope, lost sleep
Standing in self imposed prisons, broken and alone again
It's not a place a bright soul like yours should ever be
But if the weight drags you below, back to where you never thought you would be
I'll do all I can to break you out, forget the movies and my lack of sleep
Timothy Kenda
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Timothy Kenda  Worcester
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