Whispers Of The Dark : (A Set Of Poems)

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And when the clock strikes midnight
So would the darkness diminish the light inside..

With it would return a turmoil of emotions
Where fear would surpass all in the first position..

And then sleep would be lost from all senses
And all you would hear would be the echoing silence of the night setting in..

And each breath you take would feel constricting
And at every exhale a tired sighing..

An earnest orison sent every night as a silent plea
A night like every other which is spent silently..

- Diana SK Fernandes