This one was a hard night for me...
Alone always hits me from behind,
And lonley always hits me at night,
So when they all sleep in their mind,
I always run into the moonlight.
But some days I find no help,
And most days my life is a fight,
But i run for the valleys and kelp,
And hide in a sea full of spite.
And when a clean morning comes,
Once my mind has vanquished the blight,
After the demons are done,
The day is always to bright.
So I wait for the next shot of pain,
The next of my failure flights,
The next relief from the day,
The next lonley hit of the night.
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الشعرSo I write poetry. These are bored poems, random poems, depressed poems. But my brother tells me they're good, so I'm sharing them on his advice...
