AwakeA Poem by Lord of mad men
I tossed and turn
My mine ran wild It always happened It is always the same The same fear It haunts me In my Ever waking moments Only sleep can bring Me the peace I Yore so dearly for But yet that peace Ends to soon That fear is To be with out © 2016 Lord of mad men |
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1 Review Added on September 3, 2016 Last Updated on September 3, 2016 AuthorLord of mad menThe void., PAAboutI am broken I am scarred I am twisted I am burned I am corrupted I am warped I am distorted I am me After all this time? Always...... I was born the first day of the tenth month of the ye.. more..Writing
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