As I lay down tonight ,under the slithery night sky,I lay awake for a fortuneous good bye,with my mind gone and body at rest,if the creator deems it fit.....I'll lay in his crest .
If the heavens permit...I'd see yonder break again.
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pain poetry
PoetryIts my life story documented in small words,its nothing but an endless siege of depression and sorrow.