Night time is the roughest part,
This pain inside, it always starts,
The Day's successes drift away,
Setting with the Sun, ending the day,
Darkness falls upon my heart,
Amplifying the agony it feels:
Sitting alone, sapping my will,
I form it into expressive art,
Emotions gnaw on my soul,
They feed, they crave, they wish me not-whole,
But whole I am, as you can see,
For trapped on this page, now they be,
They flow from inside, a powerful force,
I wave goodbye, hoping for relief, a divorce,
I give them wings to fly away,
Banishing them before the day.
