Night is bleak and my bed is warm. <br />Dark is dismal and my home is safe. <br />Today was torture and happily, I live alone. <br />The day has ended and I yawn. <br />The day has ended, but I am holding on. <br />Today everything went wrong- as it did <br />Yesterday and the day before. <br />Nights are dismal and my bed is inviting. <br />The day is over- I am tired. <br />I am tired but am trying to keep my eyes open. <br />I am fighting sleep although <br />Today was hell on earth. <br />I can hear voices inside my head saying <br />“Tomorrow is another day.” <br />Nighttime is dreary and today was <br />A fight to stay alive. <br />Today is over, and I yawn and keep my eyes open. <br />If tomorrow is another day and <br />Night is bleak, dark and relentless- <br />What am I holding onto? <br />No matter how dismal is the night and <br />How filled with pain today was- <br />I cannot let myself fall asleep and awaken, then <br />Find myself in hell’s brushfire only to <br />Begin another day… <br /> <br />Claudia Krizay<br /><br />Claudia Krizay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-and-day-30/
