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. "Poetry is far vital a truth than history." Created in the spur of the moment, these poems are just randomly spewed thoughts , emotions and feelings I wrote with my heart's initiative. ...
