by m.p. macariola
tonight i sleep in the arms
of solace
under an empty sky
into profound loneliness
my soul departs
to the far end of the minds vastness
to the shadows that repel light
wherein i shall linger
until the end, until i end
listening to the muted voices
in my head
that mocks me
like crickets
betrayed by
moonlight
illuminates you
now and ever since
you stood westward
bathed in the moon's fragrant silver.
have you come to redeem me?
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