Bad poetry

Discussion in 'Midnight Owl' started by Ire, Mar 27, 2008.

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  1. Ire

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    I sit here wondering
    On all that could have been
    Would have been
    Should have been

    And still nothing changes
    The beat continues forever on
    Who am I to claim it's stillness?
    For my own selfish heart

    I tried to still the roiling depths
    With an abundance of medications,
    But failing that I find myself
    Without the release of sleep

    So where does this path end?
    Where does the stillness lay,
    Waiting with it's awful deeps?
    Sleep, I cry to the morn's colors

    Sleep is all I crave
    But even that
    Doesn't cut deep enough
    To solve the underlying curse
  2. Who_Cares

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