Another night of struggle
Another day of life
Another night of coping
Another day of night
Another night of demons
Another day of fright
Another night of terrors
Another day of night
Another night of thinking
Another day uptight
Another night of hoping
Another day of night
Another night of battle
Another day of fight
Another night of tremor
Another day of night
Another night, another day
Another heavy price to pay
Another pill, another plight
Another day, another night
well written and unfortunately so true...
I like the repetition in your poem, Dawson! It reflects the experience of PD day after day, day after night...
Beautifully and strongly put, Dawson. I am having similar battles.