Days of Same & Nights of Change I'm frightened of what tomorrow holds, a stoic kiss so cold. To be greeted by an accomplished aspiration, Or an exerted endeavor, during times of desperation. I'm frightened of what tomorrow holds, Will I posses my soul; will truth be told? I am demoralized as to what these changed nights bring, To my dismay; days of same are surely brewing. Quakes of pain, or disdained words wallowed in vain, I'm frightened that tomorrow's days shall stay the same.






Sienna Williamson
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