Dead of NightA Poem by Cherrie L BilldepressionLongest 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 Cherrie L BillReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 2, 2016 Last Updated on December 2, 2016 AuthorCherrie L BillALAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. My goodness is I am going back too country living, I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. Plus my new love has given me a new lease on life. I als.. more.. |

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