In The Night
By OnceUpon
Questions asked, Silent answers. Facts sought, Lies perpetuated. No more I beg, I want no more of this indecent charade Please go away I must sleep. But no, Never rested Never understood Dead certain. The morning cleanses foreboding thoughts, But this is not morning And again I wonder Alone in the dark. An opening I see And tears Roll down. I will wait, And when I wake, I will try To do my best. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 08:06 AM PST 0 • 10
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