THE NIGHT (Free Style)
The night stand so quiet,
With all my loving thoughts of you.
In the valley of my uncertainty,
I remember when you loved me so
After this traumatic time,I wonder,
If you still miss me some.
Outside the day is turning purple-gray,
My soul fearful,dwells,in a darkly catacomb
Sometimes I feel so empty,so numb,
But I wrestled my inner demons,all the way.
Too many lost dreams and hopes to count,
But stronger, since then ,it seems I am
Along the rocky way,
I see another breaking dawn.
The sun is rising bright,
Pulling softly all the night away.
Dorian Petersen Potter
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