Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Nights


This unfurling of the mind chases away the light in solitary places, thoughts tell too much in the dead of night

Out of nothing, another world is squeezed into being, and what was once absent, marches into space for explanations

'Nothing' bears an undetectable deaf noise; loud thoughts with thorns in it's mouth, burning quietly in the dark, to dissolve into bitterness

Thoughts wrestle peace in the night air, lighting a match for memories, to settle in a space of sadness

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