The night mirrors the dark within me
That's why she is the perfect company
For the longing and the lonely,
The left-hanging and love-thirsty.
The cold seeps within the hollows
Of my yearning heart, chasing shadows.
The silence gives way
To the screaming thoughts all day.
Can you be free? Nay.
The anguish will stay
For as long as it may.
The evening is your company
But only you can set you free.
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Crepidice
PoetryA mixture and collection of poems, verses and prose that goes against the typical normative literature
