In the pitch black night I find myself awaken,
By some strange force, a power too great.
Never have I been so shaken.
My memory had slowly start to pace.
It was a result of an absence.
The absence of peace.
For when I questioned my motives.
The shackles of thought were gradually freed.
My conscience assumed her voice,
and told me not to worry.
Nostalgia had brought back that noise,
the past had never been so blurry.
It was the absence of her presence,
that had cursed this night.
I have learned a valuable lesson;
Without her, nothing feels right.
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The Disturbed - An Anthology
ParanormalA collection of poems that express the disturbed mental state of an ordinary man who just wanted to be happy, but was chewed up and spit out by society instead.
