Poetry: The Night Abyss

Tired Long Last What am I doing? Where have I come from? And where have I gone? Dim night Horizon. Drawn up behind a cloak Too broke to loathe Too…too..I can’t evoke. Be me Fall to your knees What do you feel? Night sky Distant cry Or unreeled? Be me for a day Be meContinue reading “Poetry: The Night Abyss”