NIGHTS
1
Never are nights uneventful
The enclosed sculptured shadows being the owners
They hold the reins of our dormant thoughts
Which shake me every night with tier icy hands
I see my milk teeth rising up from their grave
Under the watchful eyes of my father with a cane
2
Sleep never returns to me
The cane fall on me making me a scapegoat
An invisible presence effecting a catharsis
I look around and see nothing but the blocks of
darkness
I look through the window and see people rushing out
The earth seems shaking under their feet but not under
me
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