Staring into the darkness of mediocrity,
Comfort is found in the homely abyss,
Without a sound, without a thought,
Light as a spell in this night-time,
Drifting into the same nothingness,
Black secrets hurried into my soul,
Like the yesterday's before.
- Cloud Stepon
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The Sad Poet.
PoetryA collection of poetry about my self-discovery, emotions and experiences.
