Day Is Done
I go through the motions of living.
As I project how life should be.
At the right times, I am giving.
Then in fear, I retreat back to me.
I know to say the right thing,
when conversation comes my way.
I can chit chat about anything.
I have rehearsed what words to say.
I walk among the shadows,
those that reside with me here.
I talk about my many woes.
but they will not lend an ear.
Darkness fills the night,
I barely notice the end of the day.
I look around, needing no light.
I go room to room, knowing the way.
Silence surrounds me,
I recognize its familiar sound.
Sometimes louder than it should be.
Its echo follows me around.
Keeping busy, the hours quickly go by.
Then evening turns to night.
The day has ended, time to sleep, or try.
I stay awake, longing for dawn's first light.
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