Night
I sit weeping in the solemn night
The fire does nothing but warm
Cruel was the day, to end the light
Dark emptiness leading to scorn
Some bring it as discovery
That put me only in a hole
My tears now have the best of me
Piercing through my shattered soul
My own soul was brought by night
Now forsaking and giving this loneliness
Pain gripping my spirit, of wrong and right
No friendship abound me consists
The truth of hatred brought I now despise
Dreams bring longing of my homesick past
To now just only close my eyes
Is real peace brought at last?
So dreams haunt and calm a broken spirit
To do nothing but bring the arrogant sun
Memories of night from now on, never rightly fit
Being only as bright as the pessimistic one
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