It's late once again,
I'm awake when I should sleep.
I can't forget the pain,
my fears are many and my wounds deep.
Will I get to the morning?
I'm afraid I will not.
When will I stop mourning?
Your body was left to rot.
Good night sweet dreams.
I'll be alright! By any means.
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Poem Away (Poetry Collection)
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems I write from time to time! I hope you enjoy them! Follow @nuancedfreepoet on Instagram for more
