I must accept, that I have lost.
Mind and body cold, like frost.
Why do I try, When I know I can't succeed?
Go another day, without feed.
Tired I am, but I get no sleep.
I'm haunted by nightmares, that like to creep.
Creep they do even when I'm awake,
Please go away for goodness sake.
I see a light at the end of the tunnel,
What could it be?
It is victory, and victory is laughing at me.
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The Assorted Poems
PoetryLucien LeSchants gives another glimpse into the real world, one that is without filter, in his second micro collection: "The Assorted Poems"
