Sleep sits heavy on my eyelids
But I don't want them to close
Would it chase terror away?
And take me to a place so far away?
Where my troubles cannot reach me
Where nothing is responsible for breaking me.
Where time will not matter at all
And I would walk down a path watching autumn leaves fall.
It cannot let me stay forever
So what is the point of dreaming or sleeping at all.
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Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
