A Bad Night - Poem by Albert Witz
The world, my heart, in pain this night.
As raindrops are falling with only stars for light.
I sit, my raindrops, tears.
The finale is an introduction.
Welcome to my world.
Pain. Misery. Despair. The blackness of death clutches after my heart.
I can not forget, yet I'll never remember, your face, that phrase.
Those magical words, with the strength of a tornado, intended to kill. No survivors.
I don't want to die tonight. The day ahead will be bright. I'll find me, some way, some how, never stray from the path.
The dark is a warning sign. The light brings sickness. I cannot deny the existence of death. I can only bargain for time.
The current offer in this bartering battle... a soul.
Do I pay now? Up front, in full
Or do I take the monthly option, mind you the interest would nearly double the total.
I'm lost at land, my heart bleeding into my veins.
Beating my body with blood.
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