Some Nights

A Poem By Caleb // 4/1/2019

She walks through the day in her tippy high-heels,
With her eyes straight ahead, no one knows how she feels,
'Cause her Maybelline face never cracks, never peals;
And she begins again,
Just the way it’s been,
Each morning.

Some nights she thinks that all is not right,
She should put down her novel — she should join in the fight.
There’s a world-wide war between darkness and light —
She should put down her phone, and just maybe she might…

'God don’t let me forget with the dreams of the night,
When I wake up a cross is there,
For me to bear,
Each morning.'

Comments

This is very good! I’m

This is very good! I’m intrigued to know what inspired you to write this.

Damaris Ann | Tue, 04/02/2019

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Thanks, Damaris. How is it

Thanks, Damaris. How is it even possible that I wrote this when it says "no one knows how she feels."? It's a portrait of a girl but I think we all have had some of those feelings.

Caleb | Wed, 04/03/2019

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

It has so much depth. Thank

It has so much depth. Thank YOU for sharing.

Damaris Ann | Fri, 04/05/2019

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

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