Sleep Talking

All alone,
Am I home?
I feel like I’m lost
In a place no one goes.
Fire’s out,
Full of doubt,
I wish I were blind
For the darkness is so deep.
Well confided,
Bearing the burdens of many,
But my hatred, no one knows.
Silent words
Go unheard
For the dead always lie,
Ever talking in their sleep.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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