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May 2010
Sitting in darkness
dreaming of light
waiting for morning
but it's just become night

hours are passing
no moon over head
straining to hear but
the only sounds
echo in my head

The velvety blackness
no hint of the stars
the ground beneath me
both cold and hard
it seems like forever

Sitting in darkness
forgetting the light
waiting for meaning
has it always been night
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
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Michael Acosta
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