Wee Hours – an #improv #poem about darkness and light
Once again awakened, too early, I look into the darkness for Answers. I notice that the only answer It holds is the one About light. Fear hovers in the sheets. It draws from past memories About similar stories it Holds as failures: Of melancholy aloneness That seemingly had no Redeeming qualities; Of grief that brought […]
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