Just a short poem
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At the dawn of the night, I search for my sleep .
A paradise to pull me away from reality.
A lullaby to cocoon me knee deep.
A symphony to help me forget every rationality.
But it seems hard as days pass by.
My search returns fruitless.
I feel myself slipping away.
Cracking at the edges, seamless.
The void in my heart becomes a blackhole.
Numbness overpowering my senses.
Every day taking its vicious toll.
My heart starts putting fences.
The dread settle in my pit.
I don't want to loose myself, my fear.
Every action, every word a strong hit.
At the dawn of the night, I disappear.
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From my Heart's Attic
Poetry'From my Heart's Attic' is an ad-lib, a collection of poems. This book was born from the whispers of my heart. Each poem carries pieces of love, guilt, healing, and hope. From my attic of thoughts to your hands; I hope you find a part of yourself h...
