The Long Night
This lost sorrowed soul
Gropes for sanity
In the presence of a dark moon,
Waiting to begin her life anew
Like her sister in the sky
After both are drained
From all their light.
Wild winds blow fierce tonight--
Beating trees to bow low
And causing great waves to
Rise and crash upon the shore.
A long cold night to reflect
Upon disheartened lives
Changed forever by
This insidious war.
When sleep finally arrives
There are no dreams,
Just frightful nightmares
In fitful restless sleep.
At sunrise it is still cold,
But there is light.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010
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