Another Weekend Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Another Weekend



Another weekend,
alone and stark.
It feels like I'm living,
in the deepness of dark.

The sun, he comes up,
and lights where I walk.
But sometimes I really,
just want to talk.

When the moon rises,
she takes over me.
Alone with just her,
is where I need be.

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