Poetry

If morning comes would it be too soon to see in the mirror the one who truly lies within us? and if morning comes will you still be there to help me through and share my angst or even my happiness? Though morning is not yet here and the ever lucid night still has its grip upon my mind i still have to wonder what will happen when morning is not so far or even here will i still be who i am when darkness covers me and blinds you from the truths i send in panic through the window of my soul? and even if we make it through the morning will day betray me? with the presence of yesterday or even tomorrow who does not exist and yet is my existence because today i am not myself meaning i am not here but if this is true then where am i hiding? I'm not in night because night has left me here along with you who greets me in the morning like i was awakened from my cacoon last night but i wasn't you just got a flash of my luminous prison so i ask if morning comes will you remember it? Sometime after now when i am truly gone and not lost in my possibilities of being... forgotten ..if morning comes.. -anonymous
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I like that poem.