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There Was Never a Stiller Night
There was never a stiller night
Before that seemed so brim with spite
Whose heavy fingers pressed my window
Which forked a tongue of lightning glow
That spoke at length with my state of blight.
Spider webs for clarity of thought
Snakes that hissed silently and were fraught
With hatred, were each my companion
Each rivaling to have dominion
But neither one respected my lot
And burning within those surly clouds
Was the stench of fear as a shroud
That surrendered not a word nor clue
As to what I must or mustn't do
To quell the voice within and without.
Copyright ©
Amy Michelle Mosier
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