At 10 pm I'm trying to sleep
only for some memories to seep
At 11 pm I can feel the tears
slipping from all those years
At 12 am they're silent sobs
for every memory that got robbed
At 1 am they're inaudible screams
till the morning's light peaks through in beams
At 6 am I'm finally asleep
After battling a war only I can see
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Way of my soul || Poetry
Poetry"My poetry's bad And I can't blame the news" . . . Rankings: #1 in Poet (27/11/2023) #3 in Distress (22/12/2023) #3 in sadpoems (25/12/2023) #2 in lovepoem (25/12/2023) #3 in poesia (27/12/2023 (16.7k ppl) #3 in feelings (14/01/2024) #1 poesia (18/0...
