Stricken with cold blooded insomnia...3 in the morning.
The numbers whirl in a cyclone of my room and I'm alone...silently humming.Sad tunes to compliment my confusing dreams...I'm against my back summing.The mystery of why I wake up at 3 and why I feel I'm...internally bleeding.Mentally, I feel the capacity of my cerebral escaping...my grasp with sanity is fading.Loosening, I grab hold of whatever...expanding my full length in hope of someone to reach.The severed hand with marks of struggle, cuts over cuts, a deeper truth lies beneath.The band aids, the ankle sprains, I'm tired of running.In circles of mazes, the rat race has got me wasted, staring at the knots of a thousand threads in a bundle.I hold my problems, the solutions up top...I just have to get my head through it.
Number3
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Repstylez says: i hold my problems the solutions up top i gotta get my head through it |
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SoFloetic says: This is nice |
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Number3 says: Thank you poets, Word Up |
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royale jones says: real graphic write nice imagery and powerful punches! great write! |
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Repstylez says: im reading dont c nothing HEHE |
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Number3 says: ...Thank you Royale Jones, Appreciate it, Word Up |
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