fresh rantings

fresh rantings

Friday, 20 July 2018

NIGHTS


And on those nights,
When darkness is an inky blackness
Across the sky,
And daybreak seems long in coming,
My heart tries to listen for you
But I hear nothing.
It is heavy—
this darkness
that has buried my soul 
in a cataclysm of pained emotions,
colouring my soul a hue of nothingness.


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