She was a nyctophiliac.
She found something in the dark elsewhere she’d lack.
Wondering for so long, she got lost in the crickets’ late-night song.
In search of her lacuna, guiding her was Varuna.
Walking along the spring she found a path never seen.
Before traveling deeper into the selcouth, she cupped her hands with water to fill her mouth.
With the way, the chilly air hugged her and surroundings seemed to call her she slipped into bouts of kalopsia, but she knew it wasn’t true.
In the moment, she struggled with hemianopsia.
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PoetryHey guys it's Tiphanie. And these are my poems I wrote I hope you enjoy. Leave comments and votes i promise to read all of them. Much love from Tiph. NO STEALING.
