Prison

Prison

A Poem by EbonyFair
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Slumber... slumber...

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Nameless,
A thing unfathomable,
Shapeless and indistinct.

For many sleepless nights,
Still counting,
I remain awake.

My flesh yearns for a slumber,
Yet the mind always...
And will be a character.

The heart, too...
All the earthly troubles
Have to be endured!

© 2020 EbonyFair


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Added on July 1, 2020
Last Updated on July 1, 2020
Tags: Sleepless, troubles