it’s not just a dream ‘cause i still feel the pain
i remember many mornings that were so much like this
i heard the screams, the shouts, the yells
that keep vexing my ears
even my sigh won’t help
the weight just pushes me
down, down, down…
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
The Weight
it’s not just a dream ‘cause i still feel the pain
i remember many mornings that were so much like this
i heard the screams, the shouts, the yells
that keep vexing my ears
even my sigh won’t help
the weight just pushes me
down, down, down…
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