So sometimes I can be a bit confusing,
I guess most nights I don't want to sleep,
because I don't want to experience
of what can happen tomorrow.
The anxiety,
She always likes to hide
in the pit of my stomach.
But yet,
I can't wait to fall asleep,
and dream,
to see what my mind has in store for me,
The minute I close my eyes.
Hoping to god,
that is not
a nightmare,
and yet,
I still manage to fall asleep.
Each night.
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The Unwanted Words from an Unspoken Poet
PoetryThe words no one really wants to hear from me, the screams and shouts from me, being yelled from a balcony can only be heard from a few people, who cares enough to listen.
