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Night demons
Night's fingertips prise open the cracks in my heart.
In the blackness nobody sees the red droplets spring up,
and the tears run down.
In the morning it has been resurfaced.
You don't know.
Would you care if you did?
In the blackness nobody sees the red droplets spring up,
and the tears run down.
In the morning it has been resurfaced.
You don't know.
Would you care if you did?
Published 14th Feb 2019
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14th Feb 2019 4:11pm
14th Feb 2019 7:59pm
Thank you. It's surprising that a bit of poetry does feel like a bit of release, especially when someone 'gets' it.
14th Feb 2019 8:02pm
7th Mar 2019 8:39pm
Sometimes you have to conquer the hurt in order you advance as a better person. just stay motivated.
9th Mar 2019 11:19am
13th Jul 2019 8:39pm
