It talks on it's own
All day
All night
Even now
It stops breath
It stops joy
It stops creativity
It stops the best of me
Round 1
Round 2
Round 3
Round...
It never stops talking
All day
All night
I've been listening to it so long
The strain hurts
Yet, it has never stopped my life
And it will never get the chance
For my friend Love
Goes to War
And I trust He always will
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Poems and Reflections
PoetryInsomniac. I need a place to write things out, I guess.
