Like horses running away from monsters,
keeps me awake despite being exhausted.
I lamented for sleep to come.
Yet hear only thousand crickets in my mind.
At night it's what I'm dying concerned.
How to turn them down.
It's oddly difficult and more nerve wrecking.
Much if they visit under the scorching sun.
Time to visit, they don't have much.
They stung you like crazy.
Unable for you to think clearly.
Attacked you most when you're weary.
I hope there's some sort of lullaby.
To counter attack this pest of mind.
Once heard it will shut down all.
Even the horrifying monster you've known.
But it's hard to conquer.
Once you have had lost a battle.
It'll continue to outsmart you.
Leaving you defeated, shouting in misery.
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Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
