Night
Days remain waiting as I toss and turn in the dark.
Night is my only friend now.
What is has, the light of my hides.
My fears are hidden in th day,
And night hides my face.
No one is quite sure which is the uglier.
As the day passes I wait for night.
It imprisons only what I wish for.
The many treasures in the blackness...
Night is like death, lasting a short while.
The night is calling me, it holds my name.
shirts williams
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