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Poetry

The Night Reveals Its Intentions

Suspense.
Like static in the air.
You dare not look back
Or wander anywhere.
Asymmetric
Shadows dappling the wall,
How will I fare
At the end of it all?
Teased
By the possibility of success,
Of joy
And relief, no less.
Punished
Again, by the realization
That I would never rise up
From this mire, my inevitable station.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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