Through the summer night
Soft noises flutter about.
The moon shines against the night sky
And into her room.
She stared blankly at the ceiling as
Images and pointless thoughts
consumed her mind in
Merciless torture.
Her nights have been like this
For as long as she could remember...
She just wishes she could sleep without the
Aid of a drug, or a
Natural suppliment....
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Poetry And Mixed Feelings
PoésieSome poetry that I have written over the years. I WARN YOU NOW! SOME OF THEM ARE TRIGGERING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
