In Winter’s Pale
The Dark of Night
Swept down, down
Mind bending adrift
The dreadful quiet night
To mourn and sift
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Stillness and chaos
Rumbling rivers of thought
Colliding waves of black
To what is and is not
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Alone in the dusk
Spiraling images enter
Haunting burrowed memories
The darkness of winter
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The devil of night
The mind fueled and grey
Cold luring of the ache
Dark nights in dismay
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Body aches and contorted
Sheets twisted and bent
Screams silently nibble
On sins to repent
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Dribble and drool
Hands clawing and pale
Convinced your soul
And self marooned in hell
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Luring of the sun
Daydreamer of the warm
Breathe kindly to keep
At bay of sadness’s swarm
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Casey Promise Thompson
I’m a Visual Artist, Omnist, Wordsmith and Chronic Daydreamer. Most of my work is fictional/fantasy short stories and poetry. See more below:
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