The Next Day

At night I don't cry

I lie in the midst of my thoughts

Thoughts that fail to catch up with me in daylight

How much longer till the next day

I toss and turn till I end up with pen in hand

My thoughts become words

Word that only have meaning to me

But these words carry so much power for me

Power to get me to the next day

My eyes can close

I acsend to rest

When  my eyes open

I have made it to the next Day

 

 

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