The eyes are craving for salvation
Longing for that which can't be seen
Oh, how I hate this desperation
The mind goes wild, walls turning green.
And when I wish for separation
The sleep seems close- yet just so far
The night is light, shows no affection
All that remains: the morning star.
As I surrender to frustration
And stop the struggle from before
My body's given up repression
I fall asleep, struggle no more.
Poem (C) Lacramioara D. Jucan
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