Consciousness
The witching hour came rushing
Through wilderness hot and burning.
Swaying thoughts, amid down pouring,
Emotions that dwell are flaming.
This… this darkness free me from pain
Beyond, where I shall dance with rain.
This… this darkness free me from pain;
Grant me the peace, give me my plane.
Copyright © Nonilon Jr Ariscon | Year Posted 2019
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