Light
And the minute it turns night
The pounding in my head begins, I beg for the light.
I feel lost and crushed at the same time, sitting in my room.
No one comes to help me, not even the moon.
No one is alarmed, not even the clock I set.
That was until we met.
My nights a different now, in a brighter way
I no longer beg for it to be day
Copyright © Nicole K. | Year Posted 2023
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