There are some days

I feel like prey

I feel doom sway

In my mind's fray

My heart takes hit

My mind feels split

I reach for grit

To keep mind fit

My insides cry

So many lie

I feel hope die

My logic sighs

It's time to sleep

And let mind sweep

With nighttime creep

Some hope may seep

And with the dawn

As my mouth yawns

Cruel doom is gone

I feel hope spawn

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