3am - Poem by Sister Frances

Let me stay, I don't mind
your minds mess
I want to be that tiny light,
in all that darkness

I hear your silent screams,
and wish that could be...
the person you reach out to
when you feel the need to bleed

It's 3am in the morning
and I dreamt of you again,
I don't pretend to know you
But I want to share your pain.

Poems by Sister Frances

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