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Give me peace.
#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,
But of course they do.
In the brightest part of the day,
You have so many thoughts, yet nothing to say,
Pleading with yourself, just give me a break,
Even my brain beginning to ache,
But it won't stop.
At least, not yet,
Your demons mind still firmly set,
In the sunbeams, or in the shadows,
Your hope dwindling, continuing to narrow,
Will this finish me?
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,
But of course they do.
In the brightest part of the day,
You have so many thoughts, yet nothing to say,
Pleading with yourself, just give me a break,
Even my brain beginning to ache,
But it won't stop.
At least, not yet,
Your demons mind still firmly set,
In the sunbeams, or in the shadows,
Your hope dwindling, continuing to narrow,
Will this finish me?
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