The Speed Of Dark Poem by Nick Stanton

The Speed Of Dark



Feel the crush and chant
Lathering the brain
The nightwind slows its dance
Which drove the day insane

Rawness roams at night
Resentments incubate
They spray my wound of slight
That you can`t manipulate

Wake to a sordid smear
From the languid drool of sleep
The speed of dark so far, so near
The ache of you, so deep.

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Nick Stanton

Nick Stanton

Hanover Germany
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