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#WritcoPoemPrompt37+
#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 scream
I've been bloated to the seams
fighting all these nasty nights
of horrid spectacle in the blight
shadows follow me until I wake
the fear I feel I fear to sleep
hiding in the shades of the sun
killing me I want to run
no escape the day repeats
my only solace is the heat
the days the same as the nights
I feel I have no right
to complain so I live it out
These scares of petty problems
it probably doesn't matter
a gun to the head the bullet splatters
matter on the wall I will fall
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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 scream
I've been bloated to the seams
fighting all these nasty nights
of horrid spectacle in the blight
shadows follow me until I wake
the fear I feel I fear to sleep
hiding in the shades of the sun
killing me I want to run
no escape the day repeats
my only solace is the heat
the days the same as the nights
I feel I have no right
to complain so I live it out
These scares of petty problems
it probably doesn't matter
a gun to the head the bullet splatters
matter on the wall I will fall
© All Rights Reserved
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