Nathaniel DeMay

Rookie (Washington)


Poem by Nathaniel DeMay

Like a moth to a flame,
I cannot escape.
These walls confine me,
In a life without parol.
Where is my hero
When I only have night?

Yet should day come tomorrow
It would be all to soon.
Just like the snake hates to shed
I do not welcome change.
Because night, however dark,
Is the only thing I know.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 16, 2005

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