dread
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It always ends this way yknow. Trying to go to sleep but I'm not able to. I say to myself all throughout the day that I'm gonna read or do something to make myself sleep earlier but I never do.
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(New poem, but old frustration... to anybody who can suggest
I dread the mornings
I really dont wanna wake up
I want to sleep
No matter how much more
Its more time in bed
There is something to be said
About the color
Orange.
He is our president now, and
As realization sets in, we begin to
Dread.
But dread will get us nowhere, and
I hang here on a chain dangling fowards and backwards
I am the punching bag
Harder than a pillow, safer than a board
Punch me when you're mad, punch me when you're bored
My old friend... a trinket to my soul that contributes to making my life more whole....
You are a gift to me.... one I cherish very deeply. The sun is starting to rise, take my hand, together we can avoid our demise....
At the edge of my bed,
A close friend creeps,
His gibbers and gabbers fill my head,
The way he speaks is quite bleak,
I'd not mind it if he wasn't two years dead.
Every morning
I awake
With the
Overbearing
Sense of
Dread
That everyone
Expects
Me
To carry
Silently.
This
When the year starts you are eager to begin
Yet as you go it makes you want to crawl out of your skin
How can something you love make you feel this way
When you enjoy doing it how can you stray away
We hear about problems,
All over our world,
How there are
bombings,
shootings,
And deaths allured.
What people forget,
Is how this all began,
With hatred that came,
There was something dark,
Something dreadful,
Lurking through the halls.
- a spirit!-
Malicious with disturbing desires,
Like a shadow, it followed
From room to room.
Such a monstrous creature
Walking in the black mist,
I feel an impending sense of doom.
I see nature on either side of me,
But I feel all alone.
She saw the fall coming,
Their inexorable end,
Stupidly standing there
On the edge of the blade
Hanging over her head.