National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Friday, 17 April 2020

I wait

Day 16

Its late again
I cannot sleep
I feel the world
 seems wounded deep

I cry a bit
My tears, so low
Like torrent rivers
fear overflows

I cannot sleep
Voices like fools
They taunt me
their words are cruel

Its late again
no noise or sigh
no thought i have
to pass time by

I cannot sleep
I cannot chill
In an hour
I am sure i will

But now i wait
I wait a while
the hope to dream
a thousand smiles

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