Day, Night / Poem

Just a small something I wrote in my spare time. A poem by me, ‘Day, Night’.

The words fly by

Time drags on

I don’t know what you’re saying

But I’ve been here far too long.

There are some nights

That aren’t remembered

In others dreams are vivid

And every moment counted.

Why are nights

Sometimes better than these days

Why do daytime hours drag on

While nights never stay.

A dream is gone in an instant

But mundane tasks take their time

But more than that I simply wish

That time were partly mine.

Have a good one, campers,

Sarah xx

By Sarah

My name is Sarah and I’m a twenty three year old who loves Jesus first and foremost, finds joy in the simple things, and appreciates a good metaphor and oxford comma.

I blog three times a week at

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