No More Dreams
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Category : Poems
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Once again I sit here.
Eyes made of water;
With my hands in a tangle.
My heart's grown heavy;
With every last memory.
Yet some I can't remember at the plenty.
My minds a mess.
There's so much stress.
I ask myself, why fight the eternal rest?
I've dreamt of my coffin.
I've laid eyes on my grave.
Now the dreams I had, always escape me.
