Brume

Draven

What is that, who lurks beneath the surface,
barely visible, yet without a doubt there.
Cloaked in the morning brume upon awakening,
though throughout the day, without thought to spare.
Only to surface when one is at their weakest,
late o'Clock, in the still of the night.
With it's constant chatter circling, dominating the mind
That,
what is normally beneath the surface,
takes it's flight.

  • Author: Draven (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2021 07:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Day 17. (I took some days off from the challenge)
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write D.

    • Draven

      Thank you!

    • Coyote

      This is superb writing Draven. Imho, your best yet🙂

      • Draven

        Haha wow, really?! This hasn't been my favourite one so far. But thank you!

      • A.H. Browning

        “ late o'Clock, in the still of the night.”
        Powerful writing.
        Kindest Regards.

        • Draven

          Thank you!



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