Poetry Contest Entry

Lament

~By Craig Mallon

The night's turned cold,
As I turn off the light,
This city seems so lonely,
There's no god here tonight,
But now as I stare at my reflection,
In a rain soaked pane,
All these dark and lonely nights,
I know that they're in vain,
It's like an endless winter,
That's washing over me,
I stare into the rain,
And suddenly I see,
I've been too scared to say it,
'though it's been there every day,
Your the reason for this feelin'
And it can't be washed away

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