She was still counting sheep
As she started to hear birds
They had a peaceful sleep
While her mind was alive with wordsLonging for a peaceful rest
As her alarm started to ring
Her patience put up to the test
When the birds started to singSo there it goes, another day
I guess there is no choice
Of all the things she wished to say
She held in her useless voiceOne day, the words will come out
The ones haunting her mind
Then she'll sleep without the sound
Of the guilt, sleep now defined
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...