I hate waking up tired

I hate waking up tired

A Poem by darkness*star1985

 see what is not to be seen,
i look past the walls in my head
i search for time and i get space
images play like a moive on the big screen
i know these images like the back of my hand
i see them everytime,
i close my eyes and wish them way but they come in
like rain on your front door, block them out and they
beat down the wall, hide from them and they scream
run and the will chase you, there is no way to get them to leave
not really, the images is a stain that you just can't resolve,
they only come when there is lack of sleep.

© 2011 darkness*star1985


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Added on March 28, 2011
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darkness*star1985
darkness*star1985

N/A , FL



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