The Night


To the folds of your pillow,

forlorn whispers -- imparting night,

casting shadows from the deep,

lost souls haunting evening's quiet.

 

Voices erupting in lonely self,

with usher to darkness of own,

all passing through ebon skies,

sum of bleakness never known.

 

Dwindled hope in sorrow's reign,

the will of dismal holding fast,

lends no answers to questions why,

moment's reprieve is all that's asked.

 

Enshrouded within depression's depths,

tightly bound by its lengthy sighs,

follow the tears pursued by turmoil,

then pitch drapes across the eyes.

 

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To the folds of your pillow,

darkest whispers -- bringing night,

with wakened shadows -- denying sleep,

a weary soul haunts evening's quiet.

 

© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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cathycavalcante's picture

Nice!! A stunning

Nice!! A stunning write!!

Loved the way it flowed.


 

cevance's picture

Thank you for all the

Thank you for all the kindness.

bishu's picture

Just a barrelful of comments for you Respected Mr Vance

Just another barrelful of comments for you Respected Mr Vance : Very nice ............ Caution !!!! Poet at work.Well done Sir.


©bishu 

 

cevance's picture

Thank you, bishu. Your works

Thank you, bishu. Your works are admired also my friend.

SSmoothie's picture

Gosh you're so poetic! Loved

Gosh you're so poetic! Loved this beautifully wrought, a mind scape that really pulls the reader into the moment of feeling. Excellent! Hugss 


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cevance's picture

Thank you so much.. And ohhh

Thank you so much.. And ohhh how wonderful it would be if only more people thought like you, my dearest SSmoothie. Smile