Sleep

I cannot sleep
The sounds are much too loud
And my thoughts
roam free without control

Shadows are playing
upon my creamy walls
Peaking from the corners
they demand my full atten-
tion

I cannot sleep
when my mind whistles
back to the wind



Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2012-03-03 at 21:18

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Nathalia
I cannot sleep either. Nice poem, beautifully rendered.
2012-03-03