NightsA Poem by ObZen
Night is when the day ends,
And day is when the night ends, Gather up your moonlit wreckage, So you can wallow in your guilt and sorrow, Wake up to the twilight of another day. Imbalance in your hours, balance it out with white rails and poppy flowers. Pass another mirror. Sense a reflection, wretched. Your guise that of Medusa. With every fiber you manage not to peer. Dig another hundred holes. Each stick makes the dream less close. Dreams are for those who sleep. There hasnt been none, since you you chased the dragon instead of counting the sheep. © 2017 ObZenReviews
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1 Review Added on January 17, 2017 Last Updated on January 17, 2017 AuthorObZenrockville, MDAboutEverything from "The greatest lie ever told" to "1 1 2 3 5..." was written from age 27-28 I am now 32. I've been told I'm an "interesting" individual, with an often strange mind. I see myself , a.. more..Writing
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