Dark NightsA Poem by KenaTrue, every word.
My tears fall silently
Hitting my arm gently, yet coldly I can hear the whispers Of all the bad things said to me But nothing can be done here; No clock can turn back time. Even though the morning was one of the best, The afternoon turns the tables on me. At times it seems that no one will ever understand, Or even want to understand. God is the only one who sees my tears in the darkness Until I stare into the mirror, Seeing a face so beaten when no harm has been done. Dark nights are never fun, Yet they occur often. Why? © 2010 KenaAuthor's Note
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