#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Trying to get some sleep but a wave of loneliness frauds in..
nothing can't really be done about it, all that happened was meant to..
That's what you always said to yourself in order for you to console yourself..
just lay low and stop thinking for "Them" but start thinking for YOU
© Thandy.M