I go to bed

There I weep

Tears of sorrow

It has capacitated


Stares into the midnight

There’s no winter

My pillows are wet

I didn’t mean to get it soaked

I’ve finally broke


Inside my head

The pain is repeating

Words that hurt

And my life cursed


That well lit fire

And no candle light dinner

Seems oh so far from this

Painful sinner

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