Mind boils over With the haunts of memories
Memories that creep
Memories that sleep
Trampling me down with each Thought I think
And the sounds of the Words
Of the voices of the past
And the creeping of the unknown
Stream through this small mind
Comes into these opened eyes
Shrieking through my mind
Leaving me with more sleepless Nights.
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