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Sleepless

A Familiar Torment

By Obsidian WordsPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Sleepless
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I am so filled with this untamed

Sadness

I cannot place it or name it or

Chase it away and it

Haunts

My darkest hours

To make it so I

Cannot sleep

Or move to kinder thoughts

And I've tried to seek refuge

In others

Or liquor

When I cannot succumb

To the numbness of nothing,

For even the grief of my

Dreams

I will forgive

If they would only take the place

Of this waking torment.

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Obsidian Words

Fathomless is the mind full of stories.

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  • Ayesha Writes3 months ago

    Really impressive

  • Ian Read3 months ago

    Each one word line hits like a punch! Brilliant.

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