Outside my window every night ,
A man would watch my dreadful fight,
To run away to call for help ,
Why would this fight never end ,
He watched for years every night ,
Not being able to help my plight ,
One night I left my window open ,
The man came in to help me sober ,
He engulfed my body with pure white light ,
To help me calm my dreaded mind,
I know if I left my nest he would follow me to help me rest.
- Kamilija Zav
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Life through a different angle.
Thơ caThese are my own created poems that i wrote on days of sadness, anger ,frustration and sleepless nights. Please do not steal these they are quite personal to me I just want people to see these. Poems take time and are not a constant chain of writin...
