My night is silent – empty
The bed is still and cold
Your soft breaths do not rise
Your waste I do not hold
My night is stale – solemn
The sheets far too neat
Your brown skin not contrasted
No dimming of the heat
My night is dark - lonely
In a room without time and place
Peace shrouded and elusive
Without the radiance of your face
My night is, my night is, my night is
Fading into grey
A sleepless haunting torture
Your voice just chased away
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A/N:
Found this one hiding out trying not to get published.
-DarthPadre
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PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
