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coming at night
on dark webbed wings fluttering before my eyes I see their shadows they are darker than the night like India ink to make them leave I blink but they are steadfast and hungry maybe even greedy I know they need me to survive outside the blips of light wink and wander Do those far away eyes see me see how it is to be surrounded but wishing mostly to be alone my hand in the palm of the sandman sowing the soothing seeds he sows guiding me far and away how I long for oblivion and the blink and nod and not this judging bowl of God mercy, my secret meal give me its thinly papered host and glass of grape seal me up in the awaiting aluminum pod and catapult me into my sky the world is too much with me and the weight is inside and I I need to fly. COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:03pm 10/4/2020 TIME DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. Vote for this poem |
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