The early morning hours are not my friend
Because the shadows play tricks
And the wind's howls twist and never end
I wake and the bitter thoughts assault me
They fight for the forefront
Relentlessly
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Howling
PoetryPeople will lie to you and tell you that everything will be okay. They'll tell you some bullshit story of how they were a troubled young adult and how they grew out of it. The thing is, nothing is ever going to be 100% okay. But for most of us, the...
