"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, November 19, 2010

Come to Me Night

Come to me night
Agony was delivered by the sun
I want to curl up in your oblivion

Wrap your shadow quilt around me
I don’t want to be seen
My ears weary from empty platitudes

Grief has walked across my soul
Scarring my joy
With its spiked shoes

My empty heart finds comfort
In your blackness
I hate sunlight’s delight in showing my pain

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