Nights. A poem.


staring into gloom.

A mirror to reason,
all your fallibilities
and failing sensibilities.

All your new found
blown away
like mist, before winds
of uncertainty.

Your moon is waning tonight.
You are a crescent shell, threatening
to pitch headlong into
the drifting, darkening tide.

Best sleep,

before you persuade yourself


As you slowly sink,
the ever-present gloom
drinks up your half empty cup,
all your remaining light,

and leaves you bathed in


Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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