2nyt

as usual
it is just you and the moon

ever mute and blind
but wide awake
throughout the night
giving you
that much needed light
though dim
but light just the same

do not be hopeless 2nyt
wait

there is always a sun
though little and far
tomorrow
tomorrow morning
for each
and everyone

hold on to your self
even it be
another lie

do not damn that
life

return the gift
as nicely wrapped as when
you first received it

2nyt
i must see you again
please wait.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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