in the light of day I struggle to many eyes can see.
the brightness makes it visible the man I used to be. that image I'm not proud of and wish I could undo. but I can't change what I once was or how I treated you. so I'll pray for the night time it's darkness is a cloak. it shadows all my demons when their fires start to smoke. and once it reaches midnight they only see my stars when if it were mid afternoon the light would show my scars. now if I lived like most do the sun would be to blame. it's light would show no mercy when I tried to hide my shame. that's why its the darkness I've chose to make this fight and I live here in these shadows still waiting for the night.
© lost life poetry