Drown
Sleeping deeply, always lightly
Never sweetly but always nightly.
Nightmares haunt me taunting softly
Leaking deeply into my reality.
Was it a dream or was it real?
These wicked thoughts are out to drown me,
They are as broad as the earth’s seven seas.
With haunting dreams of past memories
I tried to lock them away and throw away the keys,
But I found out how to beat them to it,
Opened the bottle and drank right through it.
Wicked thoughts about the past are finally silent,
Silent at last.
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