I can't sleep at night,
But I'll sleep all day.
Funny?
Not really.
Irony?
None of that either.
Sensible?
Reasonable?
Uncontrollable?
Yes.
During the day,
The world is bright,
Shining a light,
Through my dark soul.
It hurts.
During the night,
There is only black.
No reminders,
Of what I lack.
Feel safe.
During the day,
I'm listening,
Always listening,
To the bickering.
Too much.
During the night,
I'm alone,
Peace throughout,
Peace in my home.
Better.
Why should I sleep,
At night,
When the day,
Is harsh,
When the night,
Is better?
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Peaceful Darkness
PoetryCollection of depressing poetry This is my story. My life laid out for you. Take from it what you will. This story is CONTINUED in "When The Sun Rises You May Ne Burned "
