by Clarkson Wroe

Created on: February 25, 2009

A Fear of the Night'

He goes not gently into the night'

But with fear

The night brings not sleep but

Time to ponder

His life, at day,

Just bearable

At night a desperate waste

He fears the loss of everything

Including house and home

And the breakup of the family and

The departing of his senses

His body cold, but damp with

Sweat, he thinks of death

By his own hand

But awaits

The daybreak and

His life again to be,

Just bearable

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