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Restless Nights
That Starless Night by CeoldKnight You tighten your limbs … under a restless sky of inky midnight blue, blotting out the stellular twinkling of once silky seductive skies that streamed sapphire and cerulean garlands all aglow. These abrasive hours scrape your soul. Like sandpaper, they rub roughly to brittle bone, back and forth across this weary world’s sickening silence, past the relentless mocking of hovering ghosts. Even crickets no longer chirp contentment for you as smoke rises but the heavy air falls over your skin, a weighted blanket and walls attempting to steal your sanity. You are smothered within shadowed crevices. Wide-eyed, you position yourself like a fetus in a dark womb with wishes of drifting in dreamless sleep, only to be awakened by the scattering of celestial seeds that sprout in silver stems. Your whispers catch a ride to a sinking sky, begging the stars to shine light into the depths of your blurry sights. “Exhume me from this darkened existence” you plead, “please… pull me back from the edge of my insomnia so that I may find myself again refreshed in softest light of a newborn sun.” Written 7/14/20
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