The Cold Light of Day
Even as the cold light of dawn breaks over the horizon,
I shudder at the thought of the darkness inside...the poison.
Even as the day gets progressively warm,
I shiver at the chill, at the thought of the storm,
the storm that's raging inside.
Even as we speak, I can hear it...
the cackles of a witch, even I have to admit.
I'm sorry...I wish I could say,
as in the cold light of day,
it dawns on me that I was wrong.
*to Maria
Copyright © Angie Thomas | Year Posted 2014
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