The night was long and cold and dark,
Resources were drained and barren and stark,
The moon didn't shine,
The dogs- they wined,
The stars that twinkled were long gone,
The forest played an eerie song,
The air was heavy, thick, and still,
With a tension so thick that it could kill,
I stayed awake long into the night,
The sleepiness I struggled to fight,
But alas I know deep in my heart,
A motto so simple, yet so import it's an art.
Against the darkness it takes time to win,
But always, ALWAYS, the sun will shine again.
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The Searching
PoetryYou've searched and searched, A great good, ole long time. For something tangible, something real- Something only you may find. Perhaps I can help you- Give you places to look.. Admits my words which fall like heaven, Coated in hell, this is my boo...
