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Turn to Night

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I do not feel needed

but sometimes wanted

I’m often beneath you

and a bit haunted

Opening doors that go nowhere

at dawn

Marching to pale tunes

ever a pawn

coalescing over green hills

dew drop serenade

As long as I swallow the pills

I can be unmade

awaken whole with feverish start

glum the forecasting

of the pulling apart

A night comes, a day

together the same

marching to pale tunes

that unspell my name

I do not feel wanted

but alas I am needed

there’s a chilling wind

and clouds have been seeded

turn toward the storm

thundering its might

the rains are cold

as day turns to night

45 thoughts on “Turn to Night”

      2. Oh yes I’m fine, thank you for asking, that is very sweet. It was meant to be a story from the perspective of someone who feels trapped by their place in life and sees no way out

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      1. You are so welcome. I’m sending you all my love and healing vibes. And I agree about companionship being a gift. If you call out, I will hear you, and come running. ❤

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