Life · Poetry

10 PM

On nights like these I lay awake and think of well..
The tragedies of life.
For example
Why is that a mother can leave her new born baby in the trash
Or why do children get pushed to the point were they feel they have to kill other children.
It gets exhausting thinking of all these things
And even though I would like to think of myself as a happy and light spirited person
I am unbearably miserable.
And part is because of the tragedies
And the other is because of my own demons.
So as I lay in bed and attempt to cleanse my soul by praying to a god I hardly believe in.
I will ask for forgiveness and protection
For myself and others.

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