Can't move,
Can't sleep..
Stuck in the middle;
Stuck in between
Trying to wake
But the noise is loud
Ringing in my ear
Warning me of the cloud
I know if I turn
I'll be caught in the grasp:
A hallucination—
Of unwelcomed wrath
I want it to stop
So very bad
But I panic in fear
And never forget that
Even when I wake
It is all too real
And the face will stain
My silenced squeals
Paralyzed in reality
While still in a dream
I don't want to sleep,
Anymore, it seems.
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The Ashes of My Eyes
PoetryShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
