Dark is the night
The skies are black
where you tread,
the stars having drifted
into a distant abyss.
You scream to be heard
yet not one sound emanates
and there is not an ounce
of passion in what remains.
Morose has become a colour,
an aroma, a flavour on my lips.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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