#NaPoWriMo Day 20: The Sun Is Gone.

Hope flickers, a fragile flame

Nights Lived To Regret.

Been running 'round circles...

I guess 'happy reading' is an odd thing to say about this poem.

Forgive me as I forgive you.

Losing years of sleep.

Writing about metaphorical death is so much fun.

All I know is that it's okay to feel this way sometimes.

TL;DR: Be nicer to the artists around you.