Obscure Words

In broken days and sleepless nights
I greet the dawn with sleep filled eyes
this pen can feel so heavy some days
but I can’t seem to let time fade away

These pages filled with obscure words
as my wandering mind runs free
sleep is rare, and days pass by
one of the few things on which I rely

Stoic Poetry


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