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When the lights go out
And I crawl into my bed

Hoping for a night of rest
I find only screams
And misery
Of my own design
It's a thousand screaming voices
Howling and screeching
A relentless bleating
Inside my mind
It’s been a dozen sleepless nights
And always so many voices
Each of them my own
Twisted and distorted
Tearing me down
Telling me I’m worth nothing
That even my greatest effort is futility
That every word I write
Is little more than mindless self indulgence
As void and as worthless
As I am

© 2022 David

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