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Poem Details
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| Title: | untitled |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 1/16/2006 |
| Poem: |
It's 3am, dark yet mild My thoughts are turning ever wild In the kitchen I make herb tea And wonder what will become of me There'll be no peace tonight it seems I'm sleepless from tortured dreams I've done all that I could The faces stare like cold, hard wood I can't seem to reach the ones I love They turn their backs. Good God above When will you take me from this place? So I can look upon this face And not the ugliness in my eyes I can no longer wear a disguise I've reached the end I've lost all hope This mind of mine This mind can't cope...... |