Trickling sands mark each lethargic second
Demons dance upon the walls
Mocking eternal struggle
Stillness conceived by swirling tides
Wraiths paint the enigma upon my face
I claw at the shadows, the perfect tears
Yet nothing moves, it ever stays
Silent hours, barren house
Churning dreams beyond the eye
As I toss and turn in bitter agony
Wishing for the comfort of oblivion
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2017 20:13
- Comment from author about the poem: This may say midnight haunting, but I wrote it about one in the morning :)
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Comments1
Beautifully written, Azura. Like 'Stillness conceived by swirling tides', or 'Churning dreams behond the eye'.
I like this a lot.
Thank you!
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