The morning light is so dark
The heart racing
The eyes tired but can’t be shut
The throat is tight
The lips protruding
Breathe in, Breathe out
Count some more sheep
Yet the ghosts linger and float about
Not much to be done
Supposedly there’s fun to be had
The church bells ring
It’s time to find time
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Every Hear of the
Phrase “Killing Every
Moment oF it” It’s
True i Left
Time Behind
And Now i BREaTHE Free too..
Until my Wife
Screams
Late, Late, Late!
We aRe Late to an Important Date!
Or Take the Head Phones out of
my Ears Which Ever Comes First!..:)
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