O bright day, with sunny rills
For our enjoying, a dark, Harrowing, 'thing' is come;
post your delay,
And as darkness spills,
all our bones, feel 'it's'
heralds deploying.
Grab tight, these
last strings o' light,
and do belay.
O stark night, who's kin do hark,
With fervor howls and gnashing teeth; clawing at our shadows, Fast proaching ardent dark,
We have paid the price, in fears
And nightmares unabashed.
Sister moon in her pallor,
Sees it fit to protect us,
From tooth, nail, fever dreams;
And with the final tithe,
Watches o'er us,
For eternity.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
