starlite

Each night holds mysteries waiting to be found
Each hiding place seeking to be searched
Jumping at shadows in the night
Fearing they are shadows from my past
In the night my imagination flies
Creating images that have haunted my dreams
Yet they are not dreams
They are my minds reflection upon past events
Reoccuring nightmares that haunt my daily life
Stirring memories from bigone days
When night falls my only wish is for the sun
For the sun burns away the shadows
Bringing with it shadows of its own
Branding my fragile mind with new events to ponder
New shadows to chase in the midnight hours

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I try to write my feelings so I will right now. . .

I only post to get feed back. I think its a little rude when you read and dont even bother to make a little comment.
Please do because this helps me a great deal.
Thank you

~Sarah~

stupid1

thats really good.
emotion is our best friend for creativity but it is also our biggest pain.