Night
night falls
wounded by the days' plight
night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light
night recedes
into its desolate lair
night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair
night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel
night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel
night soars
breaking the chains of isolation
night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation
night devours
the travails of the day that has past
night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last
night returns
faithfully as the day must retire
night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn
so
night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day
as
night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away
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