Goodnight

By The New-Age Thinker

Sleepless nights, in disarray;
and on the mattress that I lay,
I stare into the dark, so bright,
and wonder how I've lived my life.

I see the Moon, glaring strong
from where I was sitting all along.
How have I found so deep a hole
in which to crawl and hide my soul...

Why must I lock away my heart
as if it were never torn apart.
I cannot turn back the hands of time,
nor can I remove you from my mind.

As I lay, third eye with no sight,
I start to drift, to start my night.
My eyes now close on so cruel an Earth,
as my vivid dreams begin to birth.

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Goodnight

Created: Sep 18, 2010

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