Scratching Clawing
At my brain to make it stop
The constant thoughts of a life
That only happens in dreams
A life that won't come to fruition
A tattoo on the wall of my mind
Permanently there…
And Permanently reminding me of what isn't
Don't give me hope for something so unlikely
When will the thoughts of this perfect life. Stop..
When will the voices
Stop..
Can the dream of dreams.
Please,
Stop.
- Author: Bishop M. ( Offline)
- Published: October 21st, 2023 08:56
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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