My Bed Of Pain And Tears | Late Night Thoughts That rhyme


As I lay in bed, I found myself crying

from a pain that made me think about dying

though the thought of death seems temporarily satisfying,

and how an eternal painless sleep sounds very gratifying 

Yet, it's not true. I know that I would be lying.

I want to live long, happy, and be smiling,

but fate has other plans; that I'm realizing.

Can I reach that dream, or am I simply fantasizing?

I know I have many great things; there's no denying

that I am truly blessed to be loved as it keeps multiplying.

Maybe someday soon, only tears of joy; I'll be crying.

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