RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Empty Pockets Full Of Blackened Light - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Darkness surrounds me, filling pockets of emptiness with it's
Daring life to come out and play upon cliffs of death, it
falters, misses steps.
Standing out upon the dunes, staring out over sandy moors of
time, life practices it's daily rhymes.
Pretending not to notice the impending doom of night, it
carefully slips behind some rocks, out of sight.
Keeping it's life well hidden in the dark of night, surrounding
me with empty pockets full of blackened light.
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