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Last night in sadness...

By Jason McCammond

late last night as I lay in my bed trying to sleep...
loneliness and despair returned to me...
I knew they where never far...
even when I try to run or hide from them...
they always find me...
I hope I can free myself from them...
this time I think they are angry at me...
behind there whispers is something new...
they have a gift for me...
there sister...
sorrow...
now there are three of them...
I am tired...
tired of fighting loneliness and despair for so long...
now a third...
sorrow overwhelms me...
I must fight on...
the light grows dim...
In the darkness I feel nothing...
not even a beat from my chest...
I hope they will leave me alone tonight...
just one night of piece...
just one night to remember a different time...
I time of happiness...
but that is when they come...
that is when they like to come...
I know now that they want to kill my memory of happiness...
they want me to become like them...
I must fight on...
I must fight to stay alive...
I must fight even thought I have no more reasons to fight...
I can see no end to the madness...
no end...

Good night my friend...
thank you for giving me hope...
at least for a while...
I hope you find piece...
a quiet time...
I have to get back to my fight now...
Article © Jason McCammond. All rights reserved.
Published on 2003-02-17
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