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My Voice
My voice
Is the thing that can't be silenced
In the middle of the night
When all I want is quiet
At 3 am, two minutes past
Four hours too late
And four more
Til I've got to be awake
Lord, give me peace,
Some relief
Release me now, to sleep.
I pray.
Is the thing that can't be silenced
In the middle of the night
When all I want is quiet
At 3 am, two minutes past
Four hours too late
And four more
Til I've got to be awake
Lord, give me peace,
Some relief
Release me now, to sleep.
I pray.
Published 31st Jul 2015
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2nd Aug 2015 1:09am
3rd Aug 2015 8:30pm
Thanks for reading!
Sometimes I cherish my insomnia, as it is often the time when I am most inspired. But my body always resents my creativity in the morning :)
Sometimes I cherish my insomnia, as it is often the time when I am most inspired. But my body always resents my creativity in the morning :)
2nd Aug 2015 4:57am
3rd Aug 2015 8:31pm
Thank you so much! I think that's my first poem added to a list. :) I appreciate it!
7th Aug 2015 3:49am
Inspiration is an addiction. The voice is the innocent self, always wanting to explore, to play. Late night when nothing else is doing is TIME to buzz!
7th Aug 2015 4:21am
I would not call the voice that wants to explore and play late in the night "innocent" at all.
Thank you for reading!
Thank you for reading!
