The Night Reveals Its Intentions

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

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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