Silent Nights
When the night is silent, but the thoughts are loud.
By Daniel CottlesPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Clement Souchet on Unsplash
I sit still, in the night
Nothing to entertain, other than a presence of eerie-incomplete thoughts
The haunting of the past creeps carelessly into the room
The ever-changing future occupies worry
The present, still, silent; over-bearing
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Comments (2)
wow your words really create a mood. Very well written.
Relatable. Nice poem.