#untitled poem

Closing in, almost a win

Tomorrow seems so far away

A long night, a bitter fight

Keeping creeping nightmares at bay

The sun appears and as the end nears

The fear is gone and dying

Time is telling, Joy is welling

There can be no denying

Triquatrain form 

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