Nights
I simmered in my warm pool of anger...
Splattered wax from the candles; broken...
Regrets dripping from the words not spoken...
The eerie night breeze came in from the south...
The darkness breathed and writhed in the wind...
Where have I begun? And where will I begin?
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2015
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