deep darkness where eyes still
watch by walls and window sill
i dream of endless journey; go
searching for you, wasn't there
my feet touch rug with a fear
holding on edge, shouldn't fail
shadows are gone but speck, light
meet my pupil seem too bright
i like darkness i refuse to see
an early dawn playing with me
cold ice water soothe my thirst
sitting on my chair writing verse
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sitting on my chair writing verse, good poem. thanks. Please read my new poems.