The deathly silence of the night

creeping upon your shoulder,

its stealthiness, disarming your mind,

choking, the world colder.

No sense of liberty, no victory.

Only a pathetic, sad, little story.

Shunned, thrown away,

Pushed to the periphery.

Solitude, once a comfort,

Now suffocating.

You dust, you get up.

But fate’s always waiting.

You question your motives,

Is there any reason to live?

…A star shines

And you feel yourself smile.

A streak of hope still burns bright.

But the question remains,

Will it last the night?


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