Light is dying, that is true
I see your tired faces
And I honestly can tell that tooLight is fading, far and near
Soon we'll be nothing
But a forgotten piece of EarthLight is fighting, and that is clear
You can't even go out to play
Without hiding immense fearLight is struggling, and that I see
But what can I do but watch?
This is not just me. This is society.
_What is happening to my writing?
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Nighttime Mist [Poetry]
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and the sequel to Unclaimed, Not Sorted [Random]. It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. I hope you like it! :)