In middle when eyes open.
A cold sip sinks often.
Darkness keeps repeating.
A look & itself at seven.
Windows went bashing.
Doors wide & voice riven.
Screams out to hear.
cloud on it's moon daven.
A pillow was all i bare.
In wink all shine in lien.
Come to lap Aleem Nasir.
Just saw someone shriven.
@/££m NaSir 📝
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Author:
Aleem Nasir (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: \\\" Come too tense at home try to sleep, but no answers to questions in my head ...and middle of nowhere when i found myself depressed and scared a light become a source to all my mother and it\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s lap ❣️ \\\"
- Category: Reflection
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