Fighting My Sleep


Alive without direction,
Insane due to selection.
Trying to find the right proception,
He's leaded down the path of resurrection.
Without a hand to hold,
He was told, about this goal.
Through his skin, He felt the health
but all along he had no wealth.
The darkness could never be light,
along the side, was his biggest fight.
he cried at night, as he fought his sight.
Knowing he would be blind for life,
He took his life to avoid his darkest nights.

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