Lonely be the nights
I spend with myself
Speaking into a mirror
Of solitude and poor health
Those eyes that once
Were brightly grown
Have now become smaller
With a stare like stone
Lonely be the nights
As I hear those sounds
The sounds that surround me
Like restless hounds
The night arrives
As the day surrenders
Giving way to yesterday
Or so my mind remembers.
C. Vergara
12.11.2014
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