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Nightly Thoughts

As soon as the night comes in,
It's almost as though a wave,
Washes over me; In my room.
The happiness, or calm, I once felt...
It disappears and is replaced,
By the dark thoughts that I dread.
The ones that make me suffer.
The ones that make me wish I were dead.
For, the thoughts bring scenarios,
Of every possible thing turning bad.
You're asleep...whilst I'm laying awake...

A simple hug would cure this ache.

But, i'm afraid,...you're too far away.

And this love is sometimes pain.

But no matter what my dark thoughts say;
No matter what I think they mean.
My love for you is too strong to throw away.
But these nightly thoughts I think,
Are hard to be distracted from.

They make me suffer.

I scream in my mind,

But no one can hear me...
No one seems to understand.

They're too loud to not let through.
Pounding in my ears...the silence.
The dreadful thoughts, noises, fears.

They are all here with me....
They won't ever leave me alone.

As long as you're away; Asleep.

The pain will always follow,
The pain will always creep.

~ B.M.D ~