I can't see through the inky darkness
Nothing seems to be awake tonight, there never is
Silently I wait for the rosy-fingered dawn to warm me
Overcome with anger, fear, sadness? I can no longer tell
My health has been on a decline as of late
Nightmares have become more frequent
I can only find rest in the safety of daylight
Around and around this game of cat and mouse
The terror has me in its grasp
and there is no way out
I have, somehow...
Forgotten how to sleep.
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I Truly Hate It Here
PoetryI been living in a depressed stupor for the past seven years. So I've tried to collect as much of my writing as I could find to try and piece together what the hell is wrong with me.
