You have always
Closed your eyes
Amid the heavy gloam
Of starless nights
Only to see
stygian shadows
Ravaging your insides
Making you
bitterly cry
If you'd try to
Do the same
Under the glow
Of radiant sunlit dawns
Then perhaps you'll
Notice a difference
Perhaps you'll find
Those shadows
Receding under
The beaming sky
In their place
Perhaps you'll find
Some colours
Of the brightest shade
Swirling all around
And I don't really think
That this time
It'll make you
Bitterly cry