Solo Night
I have Demons of Invention
that are like a Prayer of Light.
They Solo in Dimensions
then disappear from my sight.
I dream Reality's untold Truth
and Wake up soaked among my tears.
They glisten as they damn the Gloom,
engulfed in unwombed years.
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2010-06-02 at 14:21
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