A Darkness, Conquered.

A Darkness,
Breathing,
Pulsating
With every quiver of the curtain
That hangs lifelessly
In the way of the breeze.
Held by the bar atop the window.

A Darkness,
Thumping,
Pumping
The million thoughts,
And even more doubts,
As it takes hold of the room
Where I try so desperately to sleep.

A Darkness,
Inching closer,
Floating in,
As the curtain swooshes,
A breeze let in, unwanted.
A breeze, I can’t bear to feel,
A breeze, that should kill itself.

A Darkness,
Killed,
Conquered,
The wind blows the curtain,
Just the tad bit more,
And the moonlight takes place again,
A darkness engulfed by the rising peace.

-Amittras

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