Night
- blinkblinky
- 5 days ago
- 1 min read
A Mist
It's spread like pitch
All dark and stormy
Aroaring in the winds
Playfully moody
Chaos is The Mood
The Scene set
Painted as The Canvas
Not all white
Achingly half absent
But a backdrop dropped
The Void waiting
Awaiting
Hoping to be filled
Just mildly wondering
At all the fear instilled
Michael
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