Posted on May 20, 2012


It’s 3:00 AM and I can’t sleep
When these tears pour from my fingers
To document my fears to keep
from this ache that ever lingers

Tears turn to blood and stain the page from every ache and pain
From fear imagined, vaguely real that crushes like a runaway train.

And million little pieces go a million different ways
confusion, doubt and fear are sown to sprout in future days.

Why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I rest? I ask myself tonight
My soul says I am restless, so I will keep you all
From finding peace inside the quiet that never seems quite right  

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