Azura Nightsong

Midnight Hauntings

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

  • Author: Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (Offline 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 :)
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Beautifully written, Azura. Like 'Stillness conceived by swirling tides', or 'Churning dreams behond the eye'.
    I like this a lot.



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