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It's the Nights

It’s the nights… It’s the nights that are the loneliest The days grow shorter The nights grow longer And Morpheus morphs into a tempest In the dismal dark, I grow cold The old feel of comfort, lost I’ve naively let Life slip away And at such a terrible cost I used to be somebody… A person In my own right Now I’ve become nobody, Alone…especially in the Dark of night I’ve lost all the things That I once loved All things I thought were right Now in my mind…at night…alone I cannot find A place to put my mind at rest Tis the nights…I dread In my lonely bed…Tis the nights That are the loneliest

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Donald Reith

Date: 7/12/2012 3:59:00 PM

It,s the nights is a stirring piece that illuminates the fears of growing old and being alone. Artfully done.

David O'Haolin Whalen
Date: 7/12/2012 7:04:00 PM

Thanks Donald, I try to write a little differently each time, and this time I couldn't really see any sunshine. Guess we all have those days sometimes.