2 A.M.
By Rifa Tasfia
You're lying in bed
gazing up at the ceiling
having visions of nightmares
while everyone around you
dreamed of bliss.
That first little drop of tear falls
it now resembles a storm.
Your mind goes blank
your heart grows heavy
with only the silent tears
and thousands of unsaid words.
You continue to lie in bed
wishing to escape.
But it is only 2 a.m.
and all you could do is
wander around your thoughts.
By Rifa Tasfia
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