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by Tanya, Mom of one.   Feb 9, 2005


Quietness,
My mind starts churning.
Darkness,
My vision is blurring.

Daylight,
Too much to do.
Nighttime,
My day is through.

Quietness,
I am scared.
Darkness,
I feel unaware.

Daylight,
My times cut short,
Nighttime,
My life, I abort.

****I wrote this when I was 16, just now put it on here. Guess I was a little depressed****

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  • 19 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    aww dont be depressed--cheer up8) a great poem however--God bless
    Love Heather.