The voices run wild through the finite
Lines of my mind,
Sleep is now just a far
Away dream about what
My eyes can find
In the dark.
It's a pain to look frantically
In an abyss of nothing.
You know nothing is
There but the images of death
Finds its Way into your eyes
Close them, close your eyes,
Shut out the voices
And maybe you could just...
Sleep.
-J
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Mindless Matters- Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of poems of things that I think about, mostly about what I've experience: physically, mentally and emotionally, some good, some not so good, enjoy.
