Reality | Poem

It’s all scary inside grooming

Like a storm preparing to destroy,

I’m sleepless in realms I loathe.

When those demonic hounds stops,

When a life degrades to noise,

Maybe I’ll sleep forever

To see these feelings subside.

Tonight is not the night I leave,

Tonight is not the night I seek,

Deathra, you hurt more my heart.

© sjwordsmith


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