Dead of NightA Poem by Cherrie PalmerdepressionLongest 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 PalmerReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 2, 2016 Last Updated on December 2, 2016 Tags: depression_statue, long night AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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