Winter Night

November 26, 2008
By Shawn Gaskill, Muncie, IN

In the moonlight you shrug

Always you fight the hope
Midnight strikes too late

My strength grows thin
Altering my thoughts I turn away
Down go my spirits.


The author's comments:
My name is Shawn, I do like to go by Locke. I'm 18 and live in Muncie. This piece is short, my thoughts after getting some news that either made me so angry I could scream, or just so tired with all the drama I needed a nap. Obviously, one knows which mood I was in at the time I wrote this. Thanks for the read.

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