To be so free,
yet feel confined
With no distractions
To **** my mind –
Alone in thoughts
That steal my sleep.
A mind that echoes
With deathly shrieks.
And from my bed,
The sun ascends –
As I fear the night again.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
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