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Feb 2016
In light of day
I feel no more
I work I play
I shut the door
to feelings only night does hold
feelings deep within the cold
the cold and icy wall that shields
that which burns
that which yields
to secrets no-one shall discover
to dreams left vacant for my lover
questions too come with the night
to play the game or bare the light
this light that shines its brightest when
the Sun has gone
the dark descends
but why the thought so quickly gone
when day arrives
when rays of dawn
pour through the window
upon the wall
into thought
erasing all
I felt with night
I thought with light
that burns within
a few minor changes made to a 29 year old poem
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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