Anguish
The dark night persisted
It wanted to stay
It stubbornly insisted and noone could get in its way
It had prevailed
The moon was veiled
Looking like it shivered at the edges
It was a night in which the only master was sadness
Amidst this stood a fortress
It ws undeniably a hut
But to the one inside
In presence of scorpions and mud
It looked like the dungeons of palaces
The hut was supposed prettily situated at the bay of the vast sea
Where the sun never waited
A shadow is always seen pacing
Much like the Walk of someone waiting
She fills the isolation
Spending the night in vast contemplation
But sometimes there is a memory
Snaking itself
To the front once in a day
A sensation of a small hand slipping
In the concealed lightness of the day
Her face etched with sorrows unknown
Never mundane enough
But an eternity slips in the labyrinth
Something congruent to the verses
Usurping every pain
Without any known gain
She is the glory of night
She paces to the sound of the sea
Ignoring every sight
In hopes
That she will feel the hand again
And perhaps this time it may be able to make it ashore
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