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Tag / Confusion
I Don’t Sleep Alone
I lay my tired body down,
head on my pillow,
pull up the sheets,
lids heavy…
when they appear before me,
a melee, making themselves heard.
PURGATORY
Who am I
to intrude upon
your thoughts, your time, your space
to ask for something, anything
except a selfish, old fool
with the audacity
to love you so ardently
BEGUILED
My heart
It once came across an angel
White wore she
Her halo intact
Her aura glowed
Pure and pristine
CONFUSION CONFOUNDED
They say nobody is like anybody else. Yet, everybody is the same.
Nobody wants to be a nobody. Everybody wants to be a somebody. When somebody becomes a somebody, anybody and everybody want to become like the somebody.
Anybody could be a somebody. That somebody could be anybody. But being a somebody means they’re not one of the anybodies, nor are they nobodies.
And in this confusing attempt everybody makes, nobody knows what they will eventually end up like.
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