I'm exhausted sometimes,
Breathing and eating have become a chore,
I'm continuously wondering if I even exist anymore,
My body leaves heavy on my side,
As I silently hope I'll find peace tonight.
My heavy eyes glancing upwards,
Looking for that legendary light,
But when did you realize it was all a lie?
- Nightingale
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Moonlight Poetry
PoetryPoetry and art are food for the soul. I think it's time you started feeding yourself. - Nightingale --------------------------------------------------------------------- An original collection of poems all written by me, I look forward to going th...
