The nightAs darkness creeps in.
And the moon comes out.
Thoughts come into my head.
The thought of not seeing another day.
The thought of never seeing the sun again.
The thought of dying in my sleep.
The shadows play on my bedroom wall.
The chase the light.
A car drives by on the outside.
What if it did happen?
What if i died in my sleep?
Would anyone care?
The dreams are violent.
Death and mayhem.
Pain and suffering.
Then I hear the alarm.
I live on another day.
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-29 at 10:30
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