by Lucien Valdres on Thu Apr 13, 2017 3:00 am
It is dark outside, creeping shadows in which to hide,
not yet to see, the coming day of what will be,
But this time of night, sometimes a restless fight,
Pillow and bed, roaming thoughts within the head,
Don't now join that utter black, misery a thing am learning to lack,
See though dawn is yet to shine, the rebirth of hope is all mine,
With these eyes I see, not was, but what could be,
Worry, fret not of how am seen, the man know to be shall remain,
Alas again soon to sleep, words written a simple ..beat,
To not yet face the morn, with a long tiresome yawn,
Come, now, at me life, bring it on,
One, true and fitting, is where I belong,
Now my time to roar, huh, nope, that's a snore.