Deep Emotions

𝟑 𝑨.𝑴.

The clock reads three and she is awake
In the silence, thoughts run wild,
Her mind a labyrinth, no exit in sight,
Pacing through memories, hops, tears.
No car to take her away, no path to escape,
Trapped in the walls of her room.
Her bed is a cage, her tlhoughts are the bars,
Echoes of dreams unfulfilled, haunting whispers.
Her eyes trace the patterns of the ceiling,
Seeking answers in the dark
But the night holds only questions,
And she is left to wander within

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