Sleep Walking

By Adalie Hettie

Sleeping with my eyes wide open
Head bent low, now steadily walking
Inside this frame, sits a wistful daze
And many moments lost, but not forgotten
Now suffocating on a misty haze
Drowning in sorrowful truths
Searching through the empty spaces
Looking for any path that will take me
Tripping over the loss of senses
Running from all the laughing faces
Pushing me over the highest of edges
She’s killing the puppet that I created

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