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Poetry By: rhys

Tags: Rhys, Poem, Poetry


Submitted:Sep 16, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 2    Likes: 4   

Tossing and turning,
Cannot sleep in darkness.
When awake it does not touch,
But with eyes closed, it's claws rip
A gaping hole in me.

For reasons no one will ever understand.
For reasons I am not proud of,
For the very things that I fear.

Am I making any sense to you?
Am I typing this for no reason at all?

... Possibly.
I don't know the answers myself.

But all I do know,
Is that I live on.


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