Deception
Through the cold night
I think of the homeless bird
seeking shelter under my roof
There's room for the twittering avian
A warm space by the ceilings
Not an imposition if the night is as calm as the
silver moon that sneak past a dark cloud
And so this, a companion to accompany
me through the gaping holes of my endless
nightmares
And yet in the comfort of an estranged guest my
heart hints a feeling of lies with half a hope and
half a despair.
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