Last week was tough
and my mood was down.
I've spent every night
with the light on.
The nights were sleepless
and the meaning was unclear.
Something devastated me
but there were no clues.
The dreams await me
but I can't dive deep.
As the problems gather at the gates
my mind is in despair.
Insomnia kills me
with the dreams moving away from me.
-F.B.
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neon city
PoetryWelcome to neon city, a place where poetry mixes with song, dance and different stories. Neon city is my first poetry collection book, following the poetry booklet "The flow of life". The book contains 35 poems/songs, all talking about future, love...
