Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Sleepless Nights

An early poem that I wrote, with a simple illustration accompanying it. Here's the poem in regular text:

Sleepless Nights

In bed I lay facing the stars.

The pain, the sorrows, and the mental scars.

I ask God why. Why lord why?

But there is no reply.

Tears run down my face.

This salty taste is too familiar, too frequent.

And as I stare into blank space.

I wonder why does it have to be this way?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

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