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I toss and turn
The loss it burns
Like moss it grows
I can feel it churn
The morning breaks
I'm still awake
My eyes are wide open
My hand it shakes
Deprived of sleep
No counting sheep
The house is silent
Not a sound nor peep
And if I make it through this day
On my knees I'll be to pray
To God above I'll ask to bless
The ones that burn inside my chest
For they know the pain they've caused
And why I seem to get no rest
About the Creator
Detrikhan
I am 29 years old and have been writng on and off since I was 19. Slowly, I have gained enough confidence to share my work on social platforms. Any kind of criticism is welcomed here. I have a lot to learn so any tips are appreciated.
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