Friday, April 19, 2024

NAPOWRIMO April 19, 2024



In the Realm of Dark Poetry

when the Poetess of Darkness calls,

she kneels before my feet

extending open arms to me, 

silently beckoning

awaiting my gifts

my words of burden, pain, and loss,

given  to her dawnless world

where regret is free to fly, hurt is free to cry

she takes her pen and forms the words,

pulling gently from my mind

then retreating to her shadows,

as the light returns


©2024 Noreen Braman

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