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In Bed with Darkness

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PetKing

Published: Mar 25, 2015

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In bed with darkness, thoughts derailing fast,
Motionlessly mannequin, I'm harassed
By nerves that release my anxiety.
My fears escalate deep inside of me.

In bed with darkness, thoughts of future days,
I'm overwhelmed by zombies in the craze
Of following the old-styled status quo.
My vision was impaired long time ago.

In bed with darkness, thoughts that give me hope,
Imagine a mountain with a steep slope
That must be climbed to reap what I have sowed.
My deep desires are painted on this road.

In bed with darkness, thoughts are fueling goals,
Endowed with great purpose, I know my role
In building life's legacy, my regime.
My eyes are focused as I chase my dream.

Shame is a blade

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