some things never change
morning brings the sun
hope is rising in the east
again the angel of death
has given up the night
as if I could not die by day
things that roam darkness
are less fearful in the dawn
the sun banishes the demons
I like this a clever write on nightmares and depression well writ
Thank you Matthew. Now if we can only banish the daytime demons the world will be a better place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A value highly esteemed.Sun's light.A hope to grasp at.
Would that the sun might shine on the dark heart of mankind.