No More Dreams Read Count : 21

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.




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  • Nov 11, 2021

  • that's nice i like that

    Nov 11, 2021

  • Nov 12, 2021

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