Damn the night,
brimming with fright.
Damn the noose,
that hangs loose.
Damn I who spare
I who bear,
the world on my shoulders.
But I fair.
I brighten the night,
and darken the light.
Fill your dreams with happiness,
then empty you of distress.
Only to later see you fail,
and then I pail.
I tried, you didn’t.
And it didn’t hint, on you,
that I was suffering.
And I held on by a string.
But wait, and you will see,
I am not happy.
Yet you are filled with glee!
No surprise to me,
I will die eventually.
Author notes
It can be who I am, but it could be lies.
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