Friday, September 11, 2020

"Endless Hours" - Free Verse Poetry

Minutes pass... it feels like hours
Its dark, silent, alone

Sleep, a million miles
Fire inside my files.
Exsaughsted, yet awake 
Thoughts a stormy lake. 

Misunderstood I am
With a foot of spam
Think to much
Screaming at touch.

Endless hours
Few bring flowers
Tourchure by pain
Invisible chain.
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