With Night Comes
Terror.
With Day Comes
Relief.
With Death Comes
LIFE.
***
When the sun goes down,
The Devil comes to play.
It's enough to make you frown.
Nothing to do but pray.
Night brings so much pain.
There is no escape,
Not even a grain
Of release in any shape.
Loss worsens at night.
It feels like drowning,
Like there is nothing bright,
Nothing but counting
For the night to end,
For the sun to come.
Please hear me and send
Something to help me not be glum.
Save me from the dark,
From this grief.
Help me find the spark
To be better and get my relief.
***
Give me hope.
Give me strength.
Give me faith.
Give me life.
Let me live.
Let me REMEMBER.
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