Dawn

Sometimes you need the dawn to end the night.

By Fiona NnekaPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Day turns to night and I’m now alone,

Lost the fight now I’m a no one,

Just wanted to be happy,

But you could not hear me.

Sad disposition,

Now that you’re gone,

Falling tears,

And fears.

Dawn.

Forever residing on the misty line between dream and reality.

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