When I don't just fall asleep at night
I pick uo my quill dip in ink and write
I write about pain, disdain, and glory
How a repeated day's the same story
Rehashed, tried to be made anew
Actually it all depends on your view
Slumbering sots sleeping on gravel
Not easy to their stories unravel
Then I'll take my bitter coffee
Write a story that longs to be free
When finally my mind's tired ink well dry
Into the world of broken dreams I fly
Dream of the land that's neverever
Wishing I could stay forever
Slowly my mind begins to awaken
Another broken dream I've forsaken.
JJSweets 15Sept19 05:57 hrs
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