My Poetry
Strangled
When I go to sleep at night
its darkness that surrounds me
and everything just seems so right
as tiredness rests beside me
emotions slowly ebb away
leaving me so helpless
and strangers of the night do stray
from deep within my tiredness
shallow breathe the lungs of life
as strength is taken from me
and all at once my earthly strife
is gone I'm dead before me.
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