Tossing and Turning with Thoughts
Another sleepless night
Caught in mindless knots
Another thought, a pointless fight
The shadows dance
The voices shout
Your terrors prance
Poor old soul starts to doubt
Nightmares haunt your living soul
A creature lurking in your bed
And a stare with a color of coal
Yet, this is all in your head
You are the Monster
The demon in the night
He who causes light to stir
Your psychotic side howls with delight
They say you're an Insomniac
But only the most mad dream
The ones called a maniac
Are the only ones who see the truth, it seems
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest of Days {#WATTYS 2015}
De Todo{Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder - RUMI} {I believed I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be the poem- Jamie Gil De Biedma} Poetry is what you really feel deep within your soul. It's the word...
