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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I've been awake for the last 47 hours continuously. And now I yearn for a peaceful sleep, but even with high doses of sedatives it didn't help. So, I was kinda anooyed with myself and here I put some random thoughts.

Awake to another day,

one long constant delay, 

only to find,

I yearn for peaceful sleeps,

that cruel teasing pain,

in my brain that creeps.
doesn't let me.


Pushed aside by everybody's hands

my screams that no one understands

yet inside I lie

searching for a simple solution 

my own version of absolution

yet inside I cry.


fighting the painfully obvious 

to gain an irrelevant audience

to all my misery

yet ignore the transparent answer

in fear of the amplified disaster

with no visible injury


"Who am i?" I often query

is this it, is this my story?

after all my battles.

so much to tell yet unheard

so much to do yet un-dared

still I wear my shackles


As the darkness draws near

so grows my internal fear

that i didn't commit

So much unnecessary pain

with nothing to gain

isn't it injustice?

Submitted: December 23, 2013

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