''Just go back to bed'' - that's the only
thought that's running through my head.
''You'd be better off'' I say. To just close your eyes,
and sleep the day away.
The thoughts come rushing back, like rain
falling down a window sill.
But while I'm asleep, as I dream of wonders,
the world just stands still.
Once I awake, the thunder comes, crashing
and tearing through the clouds.
Flooding my mind, with so many things,
but never make a sound.
My dreams that haunt, the people that flaunt,
my oh so lonley mind.
I wonder what my life would truly hold,
if these things ever become mine.
The happiness, the worry, and everything that
comes along.
With trailing sadness, I always wonder,
what really went wrong?
My tear filled streams, these words tearing me
at the seams.
Wasting away all the feelings I've felt, is this really me?
My dreams are now reality, just as I felt would happen,
I'm fighting against my mind.
These thoughts are strong, the days are long, but I always
come apart at night.
I speak my words like poetry, I tend to say what I feel.
My words come over me, rushing my mind, it always feels
so surreal.
I open my eyes, the shadow appears, and you come back
to me.
''Just go back to bed'' I say to myself, I just want to be free.
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Poetry - Late Night Thoughts.
PoetryEveryone connects and relates to poems / stories, or any sort of literature in their own way. That is what makes us unique. But it's what we do with these words, feelings, and thoughts that makes reading and feeling your emotions so important.. Life...
