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The night so dark, the unknow beckons.
Issues revolve perfectly around my head.
Staring over and over.
My feelings; the perfect pawn.
The screen blurs, a familiar wave.
My immature hopes; my prospects pave.
My stupid choices, a fitting grave.
and then comes the dawn.
The day so bright, the unknown welcomes.
Issues dissolve perfectly around my head.
Longing over and over.
My feelings; no longer a fawn.
The screen adjusts, the perfect wave.
My immature hopes, my prospects gave.
My wishful choices, my soul, will save.
Then came Dawn.
| In the area of connotation, or using fitting words for the night and dawn, it works well- moving from a period of darkness to hopefulness. The underling meaning seems a little more elusive to me but maybe because I was paying more attention to the repeated lines w/ changes?||| Posted on 2010-04-01 00:00:00 | by isis_lenore | [ Reply to This ] |