The waning moon is but a bit of a crescent
and the rain, a perfect disguise for tears.
In all that one can learn from books
still never seems to stop the growing fears.
The head, it aches and sleep restrains itself
till one can think no more.
And when the brain no longer thinks
it's time to go to sleep.
4 comments:
Dark indeed,for darkness promotes fear but hides the tears. A very Poe like theme my Lady but expressing often helps the soul.
Why, thank you my dear Knight!
The dark, it creeps, it never sleeps
it waits and waits so patiently.
It's cold and long, I don't belong
for it treats me so damn blatantly.
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