BECKONER
It's arms' embrace
Is there when there's no one.
It's vague whisper
Reminds me it's always here.
It trails me like a shadow
Signing I'm never alone.
It's face is familiar, even inviting,
Sometimes I have no choice. Sometimes I want nothing more than to join it.
The dark beckons.
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Butterflies
PoetryEmotions are like butterflies, gnawing at your stomach lining, filled with nerves. They lie dead, filled with grief. They escape, filled with hope. Blossoming into a reigning monarch in success and happiness.
