Aa Harvey

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This river runs deep,

I write in my sleep.

If you could see the things I see,

You too would have to speak.

I have been frozen,

Never truly chosen,

Many times broken,

But now I feel the heat, burning inside of me.

Pressure builds so I pick up the quill

And I will never be still, until…

But now I am here,

So I hope you can hear,

The words I cannot help but write,

In the middle of this pitch black night;

The phone my only light.

Predictive text, has only left, me to forget, a train of thought.

A lack of wed, no peace in bed, I write my best whilst wearing nought.

Insomnia it comes and goes, so even when my eyes are closed,

I may be watching all of those that creep along my wall.

The insect beings and spider queens have all joined teams,

To watch over me…and I can hear them talk.

Inside my dreams I am minute when I am mute.

If only you could hear my voice, maybe I could reach out for you.

As I fall down into oblivion\'s din,

No saving grace is listening.