BROKEN LIGHTS

Nights are mornings

Mornings are nights

Upon this stream of broken lights

Nights turn cold mornings turn hot,

Among this desert like sand of death.

I strive and strive to make my goals,

But all I find is those broken lights.

I strive in the mornings,

I strive at nights

Now I can’t find those broken lights.

-Nicole Erwin, Carrollton, Ohio

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