Quiet
In the quiet of the night,
Are the most restless hours
I feel the shadows upon me,
They watch over me like towers
I hear many times to never regret,
Yet I feel this way out of fright
It consumes my body, mind and soul,
I soon lose my sense of sight
If I had known that this was destiny,
I would have selected another path
Opting to run and look back rarely,
For I might find sin and wrath
Copyright © Lauren H. | Year Posted 2010
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