Tuesday, February 24, 2015

SOLITARY NIGHT

The tree sparrow bows 
in sublime patience  
as the weary moon offers
deafening silence 

Another long night comes 
in secret hollow 
I bleed the same seasoned bruise
mist begets sorrow   

Sometimes when night falls 
in fragmented tide
I let the turns consume me
shying my strong side 

Deep down words doze off 
in polite sequence
I puff the lingering blues 
popping quintessence.

Oh the night still young 
in shaking fingers 
I pick a stone to throw
where the imp lingers 

Could it be possible 
in fading hate 
I will find signs from the cracks 
or is it quite late?

Humans get run-down
in foiled trials 
I have tasted hell on earth, 
guess it's normal.

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