Five AM
Heart racing
Nightmares fill my head to be reality
My insomnia has gotten the best
of me.
Taliban
Knocking doors down
Waiting for me to step out
Waiting to shoot me dead
Wearing the darkest of my soul
Becoming darker by the second.
Sweat drips
Eyes wide open
My insomnia!
For why have thee blessed me with a vivid imagination?
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoesíaPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
