Good Nignt.

Good night!

That was what she said

She said it

And the night became dark

The night died.



I stood

Like a dumb stranger,

A blind stranger,

In a burning cave.

A closed cave.



I did utter no words,

I was dead of words,

Words died in me.



There and then,

I knew the taste of tears.

Tears are not salty,

Tears are poisonous.

Poisonous when shed

For a parting,

A parting in the night.



She said good night,

And parted,

And the night died.

The night died.



Now i weep,

More than i did

That night,

For I could not

Raise the night.



Poetry by whisperinvoiz
Read 942 times
Written on 2011-10-06 at 03:25

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