Bed Time Story Poem by nii kwartei quartey
Bed Time Story
weakness to conquer the devil made it hard to sleep,
so my dreams are not reaching to me.
The nightmares of reality plays in my mind like a nursery rhyme
it even has a beat to it which brings wounds to my heart.
When i try searching for myself i find demons.
If I'm able to sleep for the night i only wake up with sorrows.
i wish i could forgive myself but I'm not even asking.
.....good night.
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