Something in the way…

Many times I go to sleep with open eyes.
Looking to the future back at all those whys.
My eyes close but ears they are open.
Jump and jerk, its not a trip-I have woken.

Many times I go to bed with closed ears.
Hoping not to see, but hear all those fears.
Tears they dry, keeping both eyes sore.
Enough is enough and to want it is no more.

You can hear it but you cant see it.
Trees bend when the wind blows.
You talk to yourself into the wind.
You talk to yourself and no one knows…

Alone, but lonely intense Hugs of mine…
Love my Matt and Jacob big time.

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