This Weight
When I close my eyes in darkness,
I feel this weight.
"What do you see?"
"How do you feel?"
The night is cumbersome,
counted out slowly. I have
gathered my patience
anticipated your next move
and realized what is to come.
When I close my eyes in darkness,
I feel this weight.
"What do you see?"
"How do you feel?"
The night is cumbersome,
counted out slowly. I have
gathered my patience
anticipated your next move
and realized what is to come.
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