The sun shines but not for long.
Half a day's work is hardly enough
To crowd away the darkness of night
That works just as hard.
And I walk toward the dying flame
That slides down the horizon's
Roughened edge, in hopes that I
May catch it some day and
Embrace its incinerating heat.
Incinerate the pain that chases
Close behind, forever, until all
That's left is the faint
Illumination by my side,
Loyal and determined.
Nostalgia creeps with the throng
Of a yearning that I can't seem to break.
But it won't break me.
Not yet.
And as I search for words to express
My frenzied heartbeat I turn away
From those already written,
And lay down onto paper
The very emotion that stirs within,
And condemn it eternally
To history's tale.
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