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Slumber

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Alone I stare

The ceiling of my room

Thoughts running wild

As a beast left loose

It attacks your mind 

Leaving a deep wound 

Tears of your eyes 

Sprinkle salt on too

Right on time 

The darkness decides 

To aquaint you with 

It's poisonous conscience 

Yearning the God

To give me strength 

I await for my slumber 

To tend to my wounds

 

I await for my slumber 

To tend to my wounds. 

 

 

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Thu 9th Jul 2020 05:51

Thanks shifa
I am glad i could strike that chord

Ak

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Thu 9th Jul 2020 05:50

Thanks Po for your advice
Will surely try that too...

Ak

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 8th Jul 2020 18:00

Your poem strikes a chord with me. It's insane how something as ordinary as sleep can be a luxury at times.
Well written!

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Tue 7th Jul 2020 19:34

Tried that too Po but it's like some nights sleep don't have the intention to pay you a visit.

Ak

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Tue 7th Jul 2020 17:35

Hannah i must say i enjoyed your work too

Ak

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Tue 7th Jul 2020 15:52

I am glad you enjoyed it Hannah

Ak

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Tue 7th Jul 2020 14:56

Some nights seem long to pass away...?

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Tue 7th Jul 2020 13:08

Thank you keith and abdul for your comments.

Ak

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Abdul Ahmad

Tue 7th Jul 2020 12:08

The curse of a restless night well told.

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keith jeffries

Tue 7th Jul 2020 11:48

This excellent poem speaks of a problem endured by so many of us as darkness envelops us in the night. An over active mind which torments us.
Well done

Keith

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