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Nov 2020
Another faded night to come
The laughter, the conversation done
Another wonder yet to see
Will she wake up and think of me

Cause the sad days are over
The darkness overcome
The bleak, the wind, the wild cold
Is this happiness or am I numb?

Cause the bitter winter bites so dull
And draws all edges to a softer lull
And eyes creep tightly drawn to sleep
The hellish nightmare that might be

But if she wakes and thinks of me
But if she wakes and thinks of me
I'll double down and fight to sleep
In hopes to live this only dream

The head hangs heavy and lids soon follow
And sink into a softening pillow
I fear will become a blain
And numb will too begin to fade

I'll wake and tare my eyes from sleep
All that was and will always be
A nightmare has becomes my dreams
Written by
Charles KC Aiken  37/M/Lehi, UT
(37/M/Lehi, UT)   
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