Inside Out
Mindful madness makes its way through the midnight hour,
Keeping open the tired eyes that cry tearlessly
Bestowing pain upon my weakened body.
What answers can be found sifting quick
Thoughts in the sleepless mind and pounding head?
When the madness has gone,
I close my eyes,my body becomes calm,
And confusion sets in!
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