I can get through the day
but I can't through the intense night
I climb out of bed
stand, alone
not knowing where to go
If sleep comes, it comes late
after a lot of twists and turns
morning passes
but the heart has no inclination
to wake up to the morning rays
when eyes open they look around
wonder what they'd do now
reluctantly one gets up
again the harsh reality of the day light hits
and I stand there, alone
What is killing me I know not
but something is
of that I am sure
I wake up past the rays of morn
and night sees me late
till its almost dawn
life posses a question
compels you to think
and thought
fills the hours
fills the moments
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