Demons won’t let me sleep
Every night I close my eyes,
the demons say, “Open them,”
taking me by surprise.
They bring out all the old crap
locked away that all about you.
Before I know it, I am wide awake,
crying like I always do.
How can one man be so wicked,
hurt with fists and wicked tongue?
Why was I with you 14 years?
Now I play thoughts,
like an old record a song.
I sing; old love songs,
then tears start to flow.
I am drowning in my own thoughts.
You died you took the easy way out,
Leaving me with lap records
and tears drowning all my thoughts.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Very sad. 🤗🤗🤗 hugs to you