The Daylight People
Or: "Solace Amongst the Dead"
By Will MustinPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
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Some find comfort by the sea
near the gentle lull of waves
I find solace in a cemetery
Among a marble ocean of graves
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Some may sit in the shade under
Oaks, in light placidity,
But my heart finds ease in thunder
And my soul craves morbidity
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Many those who remember
the bliss of warm summer days
But I prefer bleak December
Wand’ring through a gloomy haze
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I live betwixt dead and dour
For in this I feel alive
And find more in the mid-night hour
Than all of daytime could contrive
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Yet there they lounge in sunlight
And sip their vanity
That heedless, cheery, fragile, bright
Whole of humanity
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But I have no need for such relief
Whilst I wade in waters stygian
For what is their comfort, I believe,
But a balm against oblivion?
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