Time To Think In An Unused Place Pt.1 Poem by cheynne dries
Time To Think In An Unused Place Pt.1
Steps in, no footsteps
darkness presses in.
When eyes adjust to
the shadows, there is,
in fact a golden beam.
The night before
the light was on.
Stained glass shone on
the floor; The stars
fought to come in.
Only two shadows
were making noise,
but not often.
The darkness did
not stop them; he
helped the words come
out.
The second night fell
and the shadows kept
up in the corner.
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