Oct 27
poem challenge: Dark
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The darkness gathers thickly around a proud sunflower. 

My beat quickens before it fades. 

I am afraid of being silent, 
so I pour myself into the night. 

My intricacies dissolve
into the single obnoxious notion that I am alive.  

we humans are.  

We watch the dusk 
and smile
and rhapsodize,

surrending our bodies.  . 

This morning I woke with:
a sour gut,
aching limbs, 
an unmanageable brain, 
and an empty inside.