And so on our final night
I stand in fright
As we wave to a friend or foe,
I do not know.
But it turns dark
And you disappear.
On our final night
I let you go.
YOU ARE READING
10:37 p.m.
PoetryAt 10:37pm I pour my soul onto the ground For no one to see But me. Your thoughts are the most vibrant against a dark sky. This is a collection of shorter poems that pop into my head as the nights progress. They are raw and mostly unedited. Enjoy, K...
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And so on our final night
I stand in fright
As we wave to a friend or foe,
I do not know.
But it turns dark
And you disappear.
On our final night
I let you go.
