Lay Me Down
by Jonathan T. (Grade 12)

I worked hard,
spilling words
onto papers in the dark,
deafening, pitch-black night.

The conflict,
Cupid's struggle,
has faded
and blossomed anew.

Stress,
my splintered life,
is taken,
forged into relief
with tranquility.

In my desire for answers
I question everything.
Why?

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