Morning. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Morning.



A war within my mind
is happening. It's impossible to find

that silent garden of the night,
where I could find rest, instead of the light.

I'd love to close my eyes about my own fight.

Friday, September 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: insomnia
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