The Torment
Again, I lie awake, assuaged by the stillness of night,
a clock ticking, then tocking, slowly teasing me with dawn.
Soon the fringe of daylight will edge toward tomorrow,
exposing my scars of yesterday, barely healed.
Why is there no end to the torment?
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My question would be why oh why does “the torment” have to rage at bedtime? Peace Be Still.
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j’aime les gens tourmentés!! ASH it’s ashton?