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1 away from the 99

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By Harydo NeonPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

I guess it isn't news that me and insomnia signed a deal

Overthinking , the enemy who comes and steal peace

Worry, the one who lays next in bed with me

Hope, the one who remained invisible, even when next to me

I wonder when all this would cease

When my life would change in values of degrees

When all this tension wouldn't snap me in my sleep

Sometimes I even neglect when the shepherd speaks

I have been hoping on that parable

Where he leaves his herd to search for the rebel

Everything around me seems to be in a mess

What was even once heavenly has become my hell

When it happened to others , I felt it wouldn't happen to me

Like we had some sort of immunity, like a vaccine

But I guess I was on a high horse indeed

Those dreams aren't anywhere near reality

I hope to be found someday

Because I get more lost when I try to find my way

Palms together as I try to pray

Stopping midway as doubts come to prey

Shepherd, I hope you are trying to locate me under this scorching sun

That's if you even noticed that I was gone

I miss the sound of your voice

The peace you gave, matched with so much more

I try to keep it simple, trying to connect

So lost, there isn't a connection even after so much factory reset

I hope you don't find me late in time

Yours sincerely, the 1 away from the 99

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About the Creator

Harydo Neon

I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.

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