12: Craving.

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At times I crave so hard just to find peace.
When I slid against the wall tired and lost, restlessness tease.

"What am I searching for dear heart?" I ask.
I never hear any answer, everything seems so dark.

"Why are you so quite?" They ask, they frown.
I smile, I shrug, but when night kicks in I drown.

My days are sad, my nights are a symbol of stormy rain.
I laugh, I love, I forgive, still all I feel is deep pain.

"Somebody save me" I let my tears flow.
What being loved feels like, I want to know.

"I can't do this anymore" I let it out, my room echo with screams.
My eyes sting on the thought of my broken dreams.

Shadows of agony linger upon me, they make me cry.
I try to fight but I fail, just like that my feelings die.

Its 4:00 AM and my heart continues to break.
I get up, wipe my tears only for my loved one's sake.

Same as that everyday go, after crying for long I drift into sleep.
Burrying my dark secrets in my heart real deep.

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I'm so happy for the way this poem turned out. Seems like my words cooperated with my thoughts + feelings.  :"D Cheers ♡

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