There are so many things,
In this place,
Which I can pick out,
Make it a disgrace,
I can abolish everything,
I can sit in the dark,
Feed on whatever the night brings,
Tear it apart.
Hold on to the thought,
That there is a tomorrow,
Time is distraught,
No time for sorrow.
Watching the sun,
Waiting for when it will fall,
Watching the moon,
Waiting for when it will call,
The stars to take over,
And shoot thought the sky,
No time to run free,
No time to oblige.
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Carte Blanche
Poetry"Isn't it fascinating, how I can write down all my deepest emotions and thoughts with ease, but with speech, I stutter with shame?"
