it's the chill hours
those darkness ones
when the bed hasn't been enough
and footsteps have led
to the place on the porch
where the stars are an expression
as brittle as feeling
those hours
when a curl of smoke unravels
while the goose-bumps rise
into encroachment by a shiver
from the surrounding silence
no-one should ask questions
in those hours
no good can come of it
and the answers won't stay till it's light
don't ask
go back to bed
sleep if you can
this is not the hour for that
just don't ask
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2017 00:03
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good read Frank - I know the hours well.
Dark times in the night.
The hours are always there, good write.
Good write Frank.
Thank you, O.
Completely agree with you, Frank! There is only one good thing about these hours: Tell a stupid joke and it seems hillarious!
Cheers Fred. Did you hear the one about ...
Wonderful imagery in this one!
Thank you pb. Appreciated.
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