(17) At Six

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today, i woke up at six
with tears streaming down the aisle of cheeks
running sighs, gasping for air to breathe
looking around, trying to reach for a help

no one came, no one rush towards your way
only fear, trumbling beats of heart remains
run around, try to bend for a hand
left to right, up and down - "you gotta need to fight"

in the end, you made a door to unlock
with soul that full of purity, a foolish nightmare didn't got his luck
but with the images that keeps you pulling from the dark
i know, one day, "I will make thru to all of this barks of thoughts and shameless nights"

𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽

(Written: 4th of March, year 2022)

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