My Days and Nights

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Days riddled with the pain of a past we can’t forget.
Nights too long to remember the joy of a different tomorrow.


Days riddled with wounds that won’t heal until time has passed me by.
Nights too short to talk about the things we wish to forget on the morrow.


Days too riddles with the monster in the mirror never taking time to make sure I’m alright.
Nights ending too soon to ask them why they never love me of care in spite of tomorrow.



If you want to know more about my work, check out my latest poetry collection.

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