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When Night Feeds Day
When frights are most appealing than sunshine. That puts a stop to any remaining hope to shine. Hell's dogs will wait with their terrifying teeth. while a deadly famine swallowed them underneath. When the sky is coated by a thick veil of darkness. Covered a soul wailing with apathy and madness. And that's what the stud horizon curves around. A rainy, gloomy day that exceeds dismal enwound. When all the land turns into a fiery, stuffy prison. Where desire is a spider's obscurity, sensation In a weak, fluttering flight alongside the grime. Rafters and hitting its face toward a fetid crime. It's raining slithering spiders of randomness. Tear away the ice that traps us in landlessness. Our minds have canals where water is flowing. Yet those among us are of toxicity—blowing. The chimes at once and angrily strike out. And pierce the stillness with terrifying shouts. As well as frightening vagrant and refugee. Those who lack a home often hold shrill effigy. Broad, quiet, hypnotic-rolling inurns are seen. By way of my full being. A forlorn plea of ween. Despotism takes shape from its terrible pain. The hood of my dark cloak falls on my cruel brain. Written: June 2nd, 2023 Bag Of Spiders Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
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