My Night, I run from you and from the darkness my steps echoing in an abyss that steals my words,
My Night , if I run from pain down the halls of ebony leave thy shadows at my back even as my thunderous footfall fade into mere memory,
My Night, oh my dear dear Night I scramble from your lack of light like a man dying of thirst when he sees water for your darkness parches my soul,
My dear Night, oh you once held much beauty but now you leech it from my life,
Oh Night, sweet Night forgive me as I forsake you for the Dawn.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
