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The Inevitable
#WritcoPoemPrompt112
With everything that life has to offer,
There's so much to be enjoyed,
But the pleasures of sleeplessness I suffer,
Is the one I cannot avoid.
As the night falls with its spell,
With reminiscence and with slumber,
It becomes difficult to tell,
Wether life is dark or amber.
My wounds outweighing my healings,
And my memories always without pity,
Replaying those vintage scenes,
From the shelves of antiquity.
Reduced to a toddler,
I now cry and laugh simultaneously,
To the caresses of nostalgia,
Walking anew the streets of my infancy.
© The Muse
With everything that life has to offer,
There's so much to be enjoyed,
But the pleasures of sleeplessness I suffer,
Is the one I cannot avoid.
As the night falls with its spell,
With reminiscence and with slumber,
It becomes difficult to tell,
Wether life is dark or amber.
My wounds outweighing my healings,
And my memories always without pity,
Replaying those vintage scenes,
From the shelves of antiquity.
Reduced to a toddler,
I now cry and laugh simultaneously,
To the caresses of nostalgia,
Walking anew the streets of my infancy.
© The Muse
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