Nights
staring into gloom.
A mirror to reason,
reflecting
all your fallibilities
and failing sensibilities.
All your new found
confidence,
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
otherwise.
As you slowly sink,
the ever-present gloom
drinks up your half empty cup,
all your remaining light,
and leaves you bathed in
Nights.
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Thank you (I should respond in emoji but my vocabulary is limited because Iβm old lol)
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Lol πππ Iβll teach you emoji 101 πππ€
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Youβre welcome to try lol π
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π€£π€£(rolling on the floor laughing )
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“You are a crescent shell, threatening
to pitch headlong into
the drifting, darkening tide.”
love this! You really know how to turn a phrase to paint emotion.
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Thanks, VJ. Almost the exact words my lecturer wrote on a prose story of mine not long ago π
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Ha ha, I used to be a teacher – taught writing – guess we never lose it.
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I love this. β€ Look forward to reading more of your work.
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Thanks so much! And thanks for reading π
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You are very welcome π
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