Second night
It’s the second night,and my soul feels restless.
Not because I am,
but for some reason I can’t find.
It keeps me from sleeping,
as if it’s afraid to close its eyes,
as if something inside
doesn’t want the quiet.
I’m not sad,just awake.
Strangely alive,somewhere between peace and ache.
Maybe my soulis just wandering tonight,
looking for a placeto finally rest.
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