In the blackness of night
When receded is the light
That used to fear the troubled few
Who stumble about as if new
Though they know this darkness
They have seen it before
The problem is when daylight comes
And they are themselves no more.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
