Thoughts in the Darkness

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Sometimes I prefer the darkness

A comforting bosom to rest a weary night

The solitude eases a gentler breath

Where an indifferent air can’t be taken as a slight

 

A place to be no-one

Cloaked in black velvet anonymity

That shields from the burning light

And the withering glare of clarity

 

Embracing the shadows

That ask for nothing, and give even less

Just a pureness of reflection

That has no will, or need to impress

 

Sometimes I prefer the darkness

Where things don’t have to be defined

And thoughts are free to wander

At the mercy of my own tired mind

 

Billy 6/1/18

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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