in the dead of night
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when the crickets are creaking
and the autumn wind dims to a slight breeze
that is when i lose myself
in the dead of the night
the cool breeze tickles my face
and the insects welcome me home
i dream of a day when i can call something my own
in the dead of night
the lilies ease my anxiety
as the latecomers dance into the night
will i ever be happy like them? i whisper
in the dead of night
and as the morning slowly rises
awakening me from the darkest thoughts of my mind
will i ever rise from this tomb? i cry
in the morning light
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Final Tear
PoetryI'm shedding my final tears. No more. I'm tired of you being the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about before falling asleep. I'm ready to move on to new beginnings: and my first new beginning will be without you...
