Here I wait.
Dawn comes ever so slowly,
The night forever crawls towards me.
The early morning coldness seeps in,
And my demons are here again.
Here I wait,
Sitting on my chair staring at the floor,
Wondering if anyone will walk through the door.
Lucid, crazy, mad.
Am I really that bad?
Here I wait,
For dawn to appear
Will it ever be here?
Should I end it all now?
I think it's time to take my final bow.
I will do this deadly sin.
Coldness presses against my skin.
And here I wait.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This poem is based solely and completely on Vincent van Gogh.
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