I never get enough sleep
My nights plagued with emotions
I can't ever go to sleep.
My head is too broken.
I see things I don't remember.
Some I wish I forgot.
Others are what's to come.
Even if its not.
I see dreams of my love.
How broken he will be
If I do succumb
And no longer breathe.
Others are regrets,
Regrets of days old
One's I recall
One's I am told.
Others are dreams
Nightmarish as they are.
Dreams that will never happen
I can't reach that far
The ones that frighten me,
More than the others
Are the ones who
I don't remember.
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Poems Of Tears **COMPLETED**
PoetryA book of my poems Written by my heart They may not rhyme But I gave it a shot As I pass through these years The golden teen age One I hope ends in love With stains of Death and Decay
