3 A.M.A Poem by Isick the poetInsomnia can bring alot of feeling to people. And its hard to get it out your system at this time by talking so writting does fine.
3 A.M. and my mind's a blur, my thoughts tumble down from my head into my throat making me choke. It's the nights that I lay awake thinking of the words I didn't say the things that could have made you stay.
The simple thoughts and choices that coulda been and ever since then its like i cant get things right again and im just sittin and waiting for the world to end its like i cant even decide who to defend. © 2019 Isick the poet |
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorIsick the poetAustin, TXAboutI write to clear my mind from the thoughts inside my head. I write to fuel my soul with the words i want to spread. From thoughts to action and energy transfered. From intellect induced by my own .. more..Writing
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