You can watch the trees blow through the breeze
Cover your eyes, pretend not to see
Block off your soul, claim perfect harmony
Deep down your fighting struggles, loneliness it seems
Daily routines, come and go as you please
Your life revolving around pleads of honesty
But when the night comes, and all you seek is clarity
Thoughts prohibit such a thing to come naturally
Please let me sleep, for it’s all I need.
-Cole
2 comments:
This poem is pretty much how my whole summer has been. When people go through hard times they just want peace at the end of the day....
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