Friday, 19 July 2013

2 AM

Long are the days when I walk thirsty
For miles and the sun laughs down at me.
The crooked staircase twists in mockery
And my clenched hands come empty.

But longer are these grey, haunted nights
When my weary eyelids are afraid to fall.
Shadows flit and dance vigorously in spite
Of myself as I wretchedly await your call.


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