David A. Moore
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Sometimes I think the night will never end,
That my vague memories of light are only a dream,
That the senses I'd thought to be numbed by cold were never real.
That I myself was never real.
But eventually the sun always rises,
Casting light and warmth upon the world.
And for a fleeting moment I think I'm saved
As a beautiful red-orange hue climbs through the sky.
But a moment later, the light is blinding.
I shut my eyes, but the brightness is piercing.
And as the numbness recedes, it is replaced only by pain.
And I realize the day carries an agony ...