I would like to apologise in advance for this mess of a poem but it's been a good week or two so hi.
It comes every dawn, when the sun dies, leaving it's marks in the sky during its wake.
The warm air evaporates around me, leaving me tangled with the evening cold breeze.
All sounds escape,
leaving me with the loud thoughts in my head.
And I wish I was dead.
Not forever,
Just tonight,
Like the sun, I will rise at dusk.
But for now I lay mindlessly in the clouds, still as the night, cold as the air.
So at last peace has come to me and I am free.
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I write this as I'm sitting on the porch, watching the sunset but it's dark now and I'm getting brutally attacked by mosquitoes, good night.
