Night Burn
Live embers on a fire, a dark and breathless wood:
a conflagration for a mind in need of rest.
All the possibilities, all the things that could;
a tossing, sleepless night, trapped within a horror fest.
When comes the morning light, all is calm, all is good;
a weary sigh escapes, his chin upon his chest.
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for the Bite Size Poem no.46 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
written on 06/11/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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