The Light Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

The Light



The light so painful to us
They never cut us a break
Beating us down to a pulp
As we wait for the night for a break
When night comes they wait for
The break of day to attack again

Friday, January 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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