Night
On this warm December night there's something strange in the air.
There's something familiar and tragic in her cold, dead stare.
It's as if something is about to happen... Maybe good or bad...
There's an element of brevity to the long day...
A hint of sanity in the mad...
As I turn out the lights and put away this day, I wonder what will happen if I go or I stay...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2013
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