RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fall Of Night - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Night fell upon me, the color of dark, black cats, sitting,
preying on my fears, dwelling in my mind, causing love of
life to dwindle slowly away from my being.
Sensing someone far away, loving me, reaching out, I cannot
touch upon him, ebbing from me, life washing off the shore
and calling out for him.
Not knowing if he has heard the plea so many miles away, I
walk forward and disappear beneath the waves, hoping his
love will still survive the fall of night.
Like a huge black cat pouncing down upon the earth, all
colors of life are washed away.
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