I still struggle to sleepwith memories burned so deep
turning and tossing
as her images in mind crossing
silence and thoughts
in conflict with each other.
I somehow sleep
only to realize the next day
it wasn't the body which was tired
but my soul.
- Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.