The Darkness Echos
The night draws down steel clouds and cold drizzly rain
whilst under roof soothing slumber yet remain.
I walk to darken gray rooms of my tomb
in bleakness and despair, malignant womb.
Kneeling in acceptance with mournful din
my penance will never end for my sin.
The outside evolves a prolonged unrest;
while I ebb, lost upon my hollow breast.
2/2/2019
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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