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Nocturnal Writer |
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Nocturnal Writer |
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When the sun
fades to make way for night I cannot sleep; instead I write. The sunlight of day now hurts my eyes, And when everyone is in slumber, no one hear my cries. Darkness and night shows who I am: A tortured soul that no one will ever understand. Shadows cover and hide my tears In the dark no one can see my fears. I pick up pencil and paper, gazing at the stars, While I think I absently rub my scars. Scars of long ago and far away But also scars of yesterday. Sorrowful thoughts haunt me so! I can walk forever without anywhere to go. Perhaps I shall pick up a knife And so easily end my pitiful life. No, I won’t, instead I’ll wait for night, Then pick up a pencil and write. |
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