Sleep doesn't come easy to me
and when it does, I fight to stay awake.
The nightmares that haunt me,
are so much more than I can take.I have flash backs of when
everything I ever loved all just fell apart.
I soon learned the role I played
was of the fool right from the very start.I've had this vision so many times,
I could write it line per line.I can't even cry anymore.
I don't run straight for the alcohol
to numb my pain, like I always did before.No, I just associate you with "The Raven"
I am the distraught lover mournful.
& you, you are a never-ending reminder
of a love that was ever so scornful.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.