I lie on the bed wide awake,
As I dread the next day.
When the first ray enters the room,
I know the day shall start soon.
I wonder what I'll break today,
Is it my bones or the heart again?
It's not the dark I fear,
It's the feeling that the next day is here.
I lie on the bed wide awake,
I wonder how long will it take for me to wither away?
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Dust
Poetry[Featured by Wattpad poetry] 'When the difficulties of life become hard to bear, A mask of happiness I wear.' A collection of poems written by me.
