3'o clock at night;
Thoughts plague my mind,
One after the other.
Am I living my life right?
What am I searching for?
With the shine of the moon,
I disintegrate my feelings.
Dust to dust.
Till I'm numb.
....
Thoughts come to a stand still.
Now all I'm left with is the perpetual thought of realization...
"Sadness comes out at night."
For I have tear stains on my cheeks that were not there before.
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoetryI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
