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Another poem written when sleepy . . .
I'm not sure what your name is or even who you are.
I'm not sure what your game is or where you set the bar.
I'm not really sure of anything when it comes to you,
I can't concentrate on anything when I'm feeling blue.

I'm only filled with confusion when i try to think this out,
my thoughts join in a fusion when when i finally drop out.
I hate to feel this feeling I know just can't be true,
It's sending my stomach reeling and I don't know what to do.

So if you could please just let me be and let me live my life,
I will try to stop and see and help with someone's strife.
I'm still not sure what to call you, whatever i pick just isn't right.
I wish i knew how to explain this so someone could finally shed some light.

So for until a later time I'll leave this in your hands,
to finally decide who you are so you can tell me of your plans.
I wonder what your plans are for me, and what it is i must do
so that i can finally rest in peace and then be rid of you.

Your presence follows me throughout day around just like a cloud
your darkness has enveloped me and protects me like a shroud.
I'm not sure if you are good or bad or if I should be worried
underneath your crushing grasp I'm sure to soon be buried.