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Poetry By: Murnit
Poetry


No sleep...


Submitted:May 7, 2012    Reads: 39    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…"

-Eminem

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





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