I Can'T Sleep
I can’t sleep.
A poem by him.
The days go by like the wind.
Though the wind never passes.
Wind is a cycle, one that can only be broken by our insolence.
I can’t sleep.
Not when the evil of I looks back to me in the mirror.
Why can’t I see a person?
I can only see roaches and rats feasting on this dying planet.
Not even I can see the man in the mirror.
I can only see a raging fire.
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Marc Os | Year Posted 2023
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