Dead of Night

Dead of Night

A Poem by Cherrie Palmer
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depression

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Longest day, darkest night, said so often in the dead of night.


No reflection in my soul, no memory to hold on.


Light of day, stings my eyes, like statue of clay, I look stone cold.


Longest day, darkest night, said so often in the dead of night.


© 2016 Cherrie Palmer



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mou
depression and darkness with those powerful words ,remind many chapter of life indeed..sometime feel only the stubborn heart is the master of all
beautiful write

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cherrie Palmer

11 Months Ago

thank you so much Mou
mou

11 Months Ago

it is my pleasure indeed :)
Depression, it does feel like the dead of night. Even the days feel like covered with darkness... And as you said the light of day does sting to eyes being under the clutch of depression...

Sincerely
Dhiman

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cherrie Palmer

1 Year Ago

thank you, the image of a lonely statue helped me form this poem
I liked the rhymes and feeling in the imagery. Tyfs!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cherrie Palmer

1 Year Ago

I wrote it for a contest for depression, and thank you :)
Cyprian Van Dyke

1 Year Ago

You're most welcome!

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Added on December 2, 2016
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Tags: depression_statue, long night

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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

NE Corner , AR



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I am a published poet and love poetry. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts with a smile, and a western The Knife That Knew No Mercy. Both stories are fast paced and entertainin.. more..

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