Night Of Pain

I can be there, perhaps

Kurt Struble Writing

Night of Pain

Watching from outside the tap and spill/lights that bring/dawn to tell/early nightime/what is real.

Night birds railing ‘gainst the falling sky, take flight from blue to lesser light/into deeper shades /to black of darkest night.

With full moon rising not in sight comes,

night of pain.

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