death in the family
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Twisting and Turning
Restless Sleep
Does anyone hear,
when I weep?
Cries are silenced by the night
Night is silenced by the fright
Fright is emboldened
the memories turning
I didn't know what it meant to be me
anymore.
On the floor,
there's a receptacle resembling me.
But you being here, being with me,
being the hope and the light,
and you knew who I was.
