Long Nights
by Alvin Benatovich - December 1969
Lonely is the day,
Lonelier is the night.
Furthest from my mind
What’s true or right.
Crying out for help
To any likely place
But no answer’s clear,
Only questions to face.
Pressures building higher
Highest ever yet.
Peace of mind lost.
Future so unset.
Mind running through the darkness
Alone and griped by fears.
The haunting memory of touch and taste.
But now there’s only tears.
Lonely is the day.
Loneliest the night.
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