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In The Dark

I see light in the dark

I see it clearly when I close my eyes

I see when others don’t

Because I believe

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Observe

Grey sky

People rushing by

Sound of thunder, rain coming

I was just there, transfixed, just standing

Watching everything and everyone move, flow

Red

Red were my eyes because I chose to leave

I left because you needed me but didn’t want me.

Red was the sky, crying just like I

I left because I had to.

I needed to be me

To be free

From the faults and false of you.

Red was my heart, bleeding,

Almost dying

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion’s ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, ‘Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee and weep.
For, washed in life’s river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o’er the fold.’

From: https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/night/page-1/13143/

Dark Days

I see the light in your darkest days

I see the moon on a moonless night

I look forward to the sun rising after it has set

I choose to see light even on the darkest days

Nature Feels

See the sky?

It’s blue but it’s happy

See the river?

Its green but does not envy

The clouds are white and pure

But it can also be dark and heavy

Nature can be full of wonder

Full of emotions

Dark Day

It was dark and freezing 

I was cold and sneezing 

I stood alone in the rain

I felt every muscle tense with pain

I didn’t run, I didn’t walk, I just stood there

I didn’t give much care

I let it envelope me, for once I found peace

Such A Chore

When did love become a chore?

When did effort became so tiresome?

When did happiness became scarce?

Music suddenly sounds stale

Nothing is making sense.
You drag your feet but get nowhere 

And everything around you is darkness
When did these fall apart?

When did everything became such a chore?

Blacked

I used to coffee with cream and sugar 

Didn’t like brewed or black at first

But then I learned

And so I started liking black

Since it’s done, do you say blacked?

I used to coffee with cream and sugar

Now, I like it blacked 

I changed my view
I changed my thoughts
Physically, I changed too
Hair that once was brown
Turned darker like the night
Deep as the shadows
And now, darker still

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