My night, fractured into a million pieces
Skitters away from me, a pile of mirrors
Glittering in the dawn. There’s that dark
Of the uncertainty, the fears that strike
Without time or reason, keeping me awake
Most of the rhyme. Then there’s the laughter
Of my daughters, iridescent and bright
Of friends whose words delight
Cutting through my being’s darkness
Lonely slivers of light. I’ll not cross this gulf
Tonight, no tonight, father, I will not dwell.
I will wait till tomorrow to kill myself.
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Haunting words … of hopelessness and hope …
very beautifully written.
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