My life is filled with nights of no sleep.
Just tossing and turning in my bed.
The night brings along many things that makes me weep.
I can see death staring down at my head.
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The blackness reminds me of who I am It talks to me and tells me things. It whispers late at night if it can. It says suffering gives you wings. this poem is written so well. a very good poem.. Aditi
what anice poem from a nice per son read mine dole out dull' and others
thank you for the comments. i basically write about these sort of things. i just uploaded some new poems so read them if you want. thanks.