This is a poem I wrote some time back, enjoy!
Until the solitude of night turns
into the hope of day,
I wait for the chance to end it
all
In darkest night just before
sunrise I theorize
What others may think of me
What should they surmise?
Should my life end before sunrise
Would they mourn my departure?
Would it take them by surprise?
Perhaps I was meant only to be
here for a brief overture
To consider the option may I be a
coward
But as one may I also be honest
with my soul
If nothing else, it would be a
step forward
A cold touch at my temple
Contrasts with the warmth
brimming from my eyes
Will my conviction crumple?
In a moment I see through my lies
For all my bluster, I lack the
will
To do what I say
But each night will follow the
same drill
Until the solitude of night turns into the hope of day
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