#11 of 365 – “smoke”

“smoke”

 

once again

the house

is sleeping

and I am awake

 

stowing away

behind the silence

I try

not to break

 

sitting alone

with my darkness

as I have

for years

 

where the lush

smoke of midnight

covers

my fears

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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