Morning Light
You cry your tears in solitude--
behind locked doors
in the dead of night.
When your inner demons
creep out from their corners
in your brain.
It's just you and them--
battling to see who wins
that reoccuring war,
and you,
sitting there,
fighting for your life,
wondering if you'll survive
and see the morning light.
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