Wednesday, August 1, 2007

More Old Poems: 2002

TRUTHS UNTOLD

The black of night
may cause great fright,
Though night itself is not the foe,
But what the light of day would surely show.

And suns may rise
on tear-filled eyes,
But through the day, pain’s pushed inside,
As shadows from the sun will always hide.

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