Night In Melancholy🌆🌌







 I don't know how I convince my mind
 to sleep every night. 

 With the scars that yells,
 between the doom of sleep and sleeplessness. 

 For sleep is an escape 
 sleeplessness a reality, 
 we never induce. 

 The memory of scars, 
 the present in scars, 
 the future by scars, 
 wake up. 

 While the silence wanders around 
 in the dark light of awakening. 

 For I believe sleep an illusion , 
 an escape from the reality. 

  @anu__anil.
       



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