The night falls with a silent sigh. The light for which I pine flares once then dies. Crushed by fear as the shadows surround me. Hesitant, I retreat. Alone, my thoughts take flight. The hours until the sun rises will be my undoing. |
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I’m an amateur poet/writer letting my ink spill freely. https://instagram.com/serenitys_spilled_ink?igshid=1rutbpauyfx4q |