The Night
The night
holds secrets kept
in dark and silent shrouds,
each escaping the light
of morning sun
to lay still and quiet
unseen, untouched in shaded visions
of deaf blindness
in narcissistic arrogance,
flooded in numb apathy that exudes
from depths of impenetrable stoicism
unable to surface when the light shines.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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