Nights Like These

It’s nights like these
When without the forest
I fiend to be lost in trees
If you know what I really mean
Nights where I’m tired
And withered down
But still can’t seem to find
That place behind eyelids
Which withhold dreams
Of the many things and places
I can only wish to be
It’s nights like these
I wish the most to be freed
Inhale then exhale the smoke
Along with it my problems go
And I feel relieved
I would love this feeling all the time
But it’s needed most
On nights like these….

The Poet Q


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