The Light has Gone

The Light has Gone

 

And when sleep .......

comes to me,

Will death 

be on it's shoulder?

Will my respite....

Come a price 

to heavy to pay?

Or ......will I just 

last out this day?

To hope the morrows sun,

Brings fresh winds .

To blow all my fears ....and

the cobwebs ,

 

away .

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