Sleeping Soul

Sleeping Soul short poem

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Helping myself wiping my tears ,
and trying to escape my fears .
See myself scared confused clone ,
delving deeper into something unknown .
Nostalgia from another night of no sleep ,
symptoms of my illness still creep .
Something growing in my head ,
feels like sound of the coming dead .
Seems my poetry has got nervous breakdown ,
It can’t bear words any longer now .
The fear and pain control my mind ,
Which intern leaves me blind .
On the edge of becoming a schizophrenia girl ,
wondering who would reach out for this pearl .
Waiting when the bridge will collapse ,
As heard it will bridge this lapse .

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