The Night Is Young

The night is young
And the days are long
Doubt sleeps with my dreams
As my amibitions watch with sorrow
And I could've sweared I heard the door open
I swear I heard hope storm out while moping

Love died many years ago
And happiness wept during the funeral
Hunger got stabbed by insecurity
Bled out flaws, one after the other
Forgiveness never looked back
Fear reported the crime

And this once fruitful land became hell
Innocence never saw the light of day
Patience lost the battle
And out came the defeated girl

This poem is about: 
Me

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