Nights..A Poem by Malan
Why are nights so much more difficult? Why do I stand strong during the day, & feel satisfied with the progress I've made, but the second that the moon comes out, I crumble into a blubbering heap of desperation? Why does every second of the endless nights drive me to the brink of sanity.. How can I feel so excited for the future when the sun shines, but pray for death as it sets? Who is the real me? When is it that I'm genuine & authentic & free? I can't do these torturous nights any longer, I just want it to end.. I'm so weak..
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1 Review Added on July 2, 2013 Last Updated on July 2, 2013 AuthorMalanMorgan , UTAboutI don't really think of myself as a writer, or a poet, I've just stuffed away all the pain I've experienced over the course of my life, & lately, I've become aware that after an entire life of hiding .. more..Writing
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