There a man walk yonder,
With no hope of being accompanied
His appearance repels any who glance at him.
A jagged tooth here, ripped cloth there
In the nights, cold and unbearable,
He seeks warmth in the shelters scattered.
Yet that warmth is only temporary,
For what is cold here is the rejection.
The companionship offers the sympathy,
Thawing any rugged heart.
If the others understood that the inside counted,
Then they will see the obvious, yet unspoken,
That amid the darkness, even nights can be warm.
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Book of Poems - Night Edition
PoetryI present to you, the Book of Poems - Night Edition. All of the poems you shall find here are my own work. Originality will always be my goal. My inspiration was the night, and all its characteristics. If you have any ideas, requests for my next poe...
