Blindness of Night

In the blindness of night

where laughter dies

and shadows bring fright

I shiver beneath the willow’s sigh.

Every footprint, every sound

plays a dirge across my skin

until fear is a thread wound

on the thumb of a devil’s whim.

Dead roses cackle among thorns

of secrets, lies, and weak limbs,

taunting my spirit that mourns

a vibrant life turned so grim.

I thought freedom was your grave

where tears dry and life ends,

yet I walk among the dead wearying brave

with a heart that beats but never mends.

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Sometimes I am terrified 

how my dreams bleed my heart

into a moon battered cup,

 and then breaks my bones into their will.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Prompt Nights ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Celebrating Edgar Allan Poe's Birthday! Thank you dear Poe for being the reason I write poetry.