There’s turmoil inside of me

I sink into at night

Wake up troubled each morning

  wet with a film of grief.

During the day life is ruled by the sun

  yet the darkness flows within

Sunlight and the day are illusions–

  there are piercing stars behind that mighty blue

Waiting, waiting

  for the wisdom which winks all night

Until the gentle dawn

  slowly fades them away

And we are once again drugged by the light

  and bide our time

until the troubled night.

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