Stripped of my comfort,
I have no place to sleep.
Confused with anxiety,
I can only weep.
Why did this happen?
Oh, why is it me?
I don't know what to do.
This time, I can't flee.
With nowhere to run,
I think I'll lay down.
Only for a bit,
Until the day I'm found.
Sleep Can Never Come
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2010 with permission of the author.
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