Voices sound distant when you're about to sleep,
And in your soul a warmth begins to seep.
Talking and laughing, when suddenly,
The sound would shrink, literally, quite dizzily.
I'm not close to sleep but sound vibrates in my ears,
I'm not sure if I'm sick, but I am filled with fear.
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Late Night Poetry
PoetryRambly poems that I write late at night. I only just realised that rhymed, how ironic. Uploads every Friday
