Not so sweet
Lying in the dark
the fuse and fuzz of shadows
as they meld and malform
glimmers of lost light
spit their desperation
Creaks and cracks mutter
a defiance of the day
The dull ache of alone
parades itself in glorious glory
night it’s favourite catwalk
The mind so hopeful
of some malevolence
it’s tendrilled traces ripping
me apart
to end this numb
but nothing ever comes
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2024
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