Running on emptyA Poem by Andra Davis
I hate the nights
When sleep just evades me And my racing mind Does its best to persuade me Of everything wrong That I've been or could be Locked in with my thoughts That scream I'll not be free While trapped in a body Doing is best to defeat me I hate the nights When I'm less than I could be And I'm all out of fight But quitting's not in me So I stare at the ceiling Like there's answers I should see Engraved in the paint That's hanging above me Instead of just dreaming Like I wish I could be I hate the nights When everything hates me And even my soul Is running on empty. © 2024 Andra DavisAuthor's Note
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Added on February 5, 2024Last Updated on February 5, 2024 AuthorAndra DavisUnited KingdomAbout28 and getting on. Looking for an outlet. I'm a survivor of life. Poetry is incidentally. more..Writing
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