Category : Poems

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I'm worried about my own life,
   About how much harm a storm
  Can bring to my eyes. 

Caught between the cold waves
  Of teardrops and sighs... 
  I can barely breathe, 
 I can barely move, 
   I can barely see with the eyes.

 I worry about those around me,
  That one day I won't be 
 Able to see them anymore.

 Home is just a place
  Where my bones rest.
  I've left my dreams 
 Hanging by the bed.