Bad Habit
It hides deep within us,
A stranger lurking behind a veil,
It emerges at will, seizing the moment,
We become mere puppets on strings.
It’s the night that encroaches upon the day,
A dusk that awakens its hidden elements.
December 27, 2024.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2024
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