That moment when you cannot cry,
the realization hits, that you've already died.
Waking up from a cold, dead sleep.
Wiping these tears that are foreign to me.
Trying to calm the ache in my chest.
Remembering these things, that I have tried to forget.
Trying to calm, what won't be still.
Reliving a nightmare, while losing my will.
To fight these dreams.
To fight for peace.
Sleep will not come,
When it's your face that I see.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.
