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Lament

The cries lay dormant
of the days of your sweet torment.
Now soundless,
too quiet for heaven to conspire.
Awakening vibrations
in the crackle of hell's fires.  
Is it the monster you are afraid of,
or the way deadened needs still burn & swell.  
As I sleep in fits of lament,
and crawl in places where the darkness is bent.  
Angels weep, while monsters compete
To roam the lamentations of my deep.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
Published | Edited 11th Jan 2024
Author's Note
This time it's espresso thoughts 😊
Feeling as dark as the coffee
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