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Poetry By: Murnit

No sleep...

Submitted:May 7, 2012    Reads: 40    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   

No rest for the WICKED , but I'm not

Every night torment seems to haunt me

Depriving me of restful dreaming state

As moonlight glimmers in the dark of night,

I look for reflections, a message , a blink.

No rest for the WICKED, but I'm not

A song reprises as the clock strikes down

The meaning haunting, admittance daunting

The reality hard to comprehend, honesty painful

Again it starts; the what ifs, what could and what should,

And in bright moonlight the question still lingers:

"If you had one shot,

one opportunity,

to seize everything you ever wanted,

One moment,

would you capture it,

or just let it slip…"


No rest for the WICKED, but I'm not!


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