Oh, I feel as though

there is no way I can sleep tonight,

I hear the marching soldiers on my doorstep

hungry for power, hungry to hear that I am long gone


Ever so slowly, I look out the window to see the ebony night

staring back at me. Is there someone out there,

ready to shoot me?


I see the moon, luminous, white as chalk

with a facial expression I feel I can read

is she telling me to get ready for my short day ahead? 


By Louise

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