Next Day Poem by Gary Hembree

Next Day



I lay awake at night
With fears of what might come next day
The world has grown
To be a frightful place
So I sometimes hope not to wake
Yet I do, so I must go on
In hopes that one day
Im no longer afraid
To be alive come next day

Wednesday, September 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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Bernard F. Asuncion 27 September 2018

Gary, such a well expressed poem👍👍👍

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