When I am awake
My voluntary thinking helps me keep the worries at bay
When I lie on my bed
those worry demons come to life, out of dead
They dance around my head
Keeping me on edge, when I need to rest
I beg them to shut up
I should just sleep it off, I repeat that to myself
But my mind doesn't listen
It never listens. ....
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Sad poems
PoetrySadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.
