My sleeps have been restless,
A knock taps louder at my door.
Irritation swallows me with remiss
Patiences runs thin to the core.
More buzzes create headaches.
No matter how hard I ignore.
Voices carry long and quake.
Their hatred is full of vigor.
My head is heavy from clogged dames.
A heart cannot be sewn back to whole.
I try and try to play these games.
But my fingertips are ice cold.
Finally, I'm hopeless and fraile.
Open the sealed gates and let them see.
A bare, fridged, complete fail.
They come close, I say "end me."
Ballads are allowed to be this bitter, right?
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Drifting Poetry
Poetry*****E-AWARDS WINNER [Third Place in Poetry]***** A selection of poems created when inspiration was plentiful.... This book is now completed! Started: 2015 Ended:2019
