It's Dark

Idle conversation

banter I can't entertain

no notions of depth

just chatter,


a silence, one moment

then maybe some more

an empty delusion

I crawl to the floor

can't take this

this void

need some kind of voice

want to make contact

can't make a choice

one question, one answer

I hear you hark

'How is the weather?'

I reply

'It's dark.'

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's dark.

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