The night is heavy now,
sitting in thick of it all
My tears staining my face,
where the smile used to sit
Nothing now,
save for the throbbing of my heart
broken, yet still
counting the seconds
with each beat
Here I lie
wanting nothing
but to pass on
either in sleep or life
as darkness,
eternal,
creeps in my mind once more
I feel weak now,
lost within the abyss of my mind
withering in the dark,
imprisoned by tears
Yet
Hope filters through,
like the rays of the coming sun,
the morrow brings with it light
brings with it
Dawn
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 10:15 AM UTC
The night is heavy now,
sitting in thick of it all
My tears staining my face,
where the smile used to sit
Nothing now,
save for the throbbing of my heart
broken, yet still
counting the seconds
with each beat
Here I lie
wanting nothing
but to pass on
either in sleep or life
as darkness,
eternal,
creeps in my mind once more
I feel weak now,
lost within the abyss of my mind
withering in the dark,
imprisoned by tears
Yet
Hope filters through,
like the rays of the coming sun,
the morrow brings with it light
brings with it
Dawn
Written in the dead of night while the sun rose in the east, illuminating my doubts and fears, the sunrise is my favorite reminder of hope
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