Dusk hardly falls
Before we rush to banish it back.
The natural order not to our liking,
We take matters into our own hands,
And look where it has brought us:
Harsh and false and exhausted
Light.
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insomniac
PoetryIt starts with a Star that falls And ends with The rock that rises. insomniac is a book for the midnight owls. A work of free verse dark poetry, each piece tells a story of hurt and growth, trauma and healing. If you are dealing with your own sleepl...
Light
Dusk hardly falls
Before we rush to banish it back.
The natural order not to our liking,
We take matters into our own hands,
And look where it has brought us:
Harsh and false and exhausted
Light.
