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Days of Night

Longing through the days of night

The shadows I fear as the wind blows,

Shivering as I creep, with gasps that only continue to get tight

Visibility I tend to loose, as the room is filled with snow.

 

Cautiously I take steps towards the door

As I realize, I am stiff as a creek,

Not a place in sight, suddenly I drop to the floor,

Tremendously, I lack of hurt as my body slowly weeps.

 

Cracks I hear as I move towards the phone

Afraid to turn around to see who’s there,

Only wanting to be strong, to seek my way home

In a lonely dark place, as there are no lights, cause no one seems to care.

 

Crying out for help, as no tears tries to fall

Being challenged by the Lord himself, as he see that I am in the wrong place,

Head held high, as I paste slowly on the straight line standing tall

Place in a category, which I change and challenge myself towards a career, without a HUMAN race.

 

My words and my thoughts are not as wise as they may seem

By the government, is what I learn and has the knowledge to get me further,

Manipulated, only by the doubts of doing what you speculate to be a dream

Stupidity handed down, only because I am not the biological endorser.

 

The fault of our hearts, by trying to do what is right

Sometimes doing the right thing, is not always doing the right thing,

Taking away with the storm, only because of the disinvite

Anticipating towards right and wrong, skeptical to voice my opinion, my finger that holds a ring.

 

Invisible steeping through the days of night

Conquering my fears, now that I have gotten stronger,

Finally I disappeared in the snow, no need to cause a fight

Because my God has now showed to me, I was always a loner.