Day and Night, Life and Melancholia
By Dawn Illsley
What kind of night
Damns you to restlessness?
Condemns you to sleeplessness?
Letting the dreary dive in.
The melancholy thrives at night,
It gets its life from the idleness,
The quiet, ticking of time,
Creeping by, so slowly.
Building up strength, its forces
No match for a broken heart or open mind.
Consider it all!
Sleep is a luxury.
By the waking hours
We call life.
But life isn’t all that we desire.
It taunts and ridicules,
Steals and lies,
Throws away the truth for a facsimile.
Those who care seem lost.
Lost in a world of the self righteous fool,
Determined to rule.
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