The days are long, but the nights are longer.
They come creeping from the depths of your mind,
And just when it seems like all is done,
There are still two hours to go.
They dcrawl up from your mind's darkness.
No one knows from whence they came,
But with two more hours to the sun's rebirth,
You must make do with what you have.
No one knows where they come from,
They wage war like no other.
You find ways to survive with what you have;
You find strength in the disappearing stars.
They are strong warriors unlike anything else,
And just when it seems like all hope is lost,
You find hope in the lightening sky,
For days are long, but nights feel longer.
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Creative Writing
PoesiaThis semester, I'm in a Creative Writing course, and I figured I'd publish some of the things I've written in it thus far. Some of them have very specific formats that are going to be tricky to write on a laptop, but I'm going to do my best.
