By Timothy Copsey

The brightest star in our system

That raging sphere of passion

Has hid her face away

Covered herself in layers of grey

I need the warmth she gives

Can't cope with endless gloom

Everyday is the same

I awake feeling fine

Then start to shiver

As cold reality starts to dawn

Another second, minute, hour without the light.


 © Timothy Copsey 1997


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