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Just a short poem |
| When the first light breaks The night to day When the morning wakes And the streetlights fade Every moment, every breath Just one of many so many left The coming dawn, the endless light No bit withdrawn, no end in sight. Till every passing hour fades Till every lingering memory stays When noise subsides When silence spreads When the light begins to bleed in red. Fading, fading, fading The dimmest light remains. Fading, fading, fading The dark consumes the day. Here I lie, nothing left to dream I had my time Or so it seemed. Let it go, let it die, the want, the need Let it pass over, bursting, like a bad dream. Give up now Hold your peace There’s no one left To watch it cease |