Hunted

I went to bed

to see your face

but all I see was an empty space

I went to sleep

to stop the weep

but all I cry was silent tears

I lay on my back

I close my eyes

to shut out the world so the pain could subside

I sleep

I weep

I leap in the shadow of death.

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Kris Grula's picture

I love the form of this poem. You are an amazing writer, and you have written an amazing piece, but i'm sure that's obvious to you. Great write