Arguing With the Night
Arguing With The Night
Closing my eyes I bit my upper lip
drew my knees chest high and held them tight
drank the dreaded potions final sip
slow dimming an ever fading light
fluttering eyelids arguing with the night.
©7/30/2017
submitted to – The Sound Of Pages In The Night – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2017
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