Dead of NightA Poem by CherriedepressionLongest day, darkest night, said so often in the dead of night.
No reflection in my soul, no memory to hold on.
Light of day, stings my eyes, like statue of clay, I look stone cold.
Longest day, darkest night, said so often in the dead of night. © 2016 CherrieReviews
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