It's lonely to be the watchman
Restless at dusk, wiped at dawn
Can I ever be natural or normal?
I wish to able to sleep at night.
I am acutely aware of dusk and dawn.
Will I always be this way? Must I?
I want to sleep and wake like others,
But I am the watchman, alone, afraid.
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Writings of Expression
PoetryJust some poems I wrote. Have a great day, rest of your week, and life!
