Each and every night,
It is still the same,
We lay awake at night,
Hoping for something,
Never to comeWe dream with our eyes open,
We dream of rest,
We dream of peace,
But all that is is hopeWhat can hope bring me now?
It's all a game,
It's all a trick,
Am I a fool,
Or do I pickI see things changing,
I wish them to stay,
We fall behind,
But never asleepWe hope only for one thing,
But it's always out of reach,
What did I do wrong?,
Why do I deserve this?I sit and suffer,
While others just dream,
We wish for sleep,
But that will never comeWill it?

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A collection of poems
PoetryA short collection of poems written by myself, hope you all enjoy.