The hour grows late.
The silence sets in.
The Night haunts me again once again.
Rest alludes me and sleep is but a
broken dream.
Hope foolishly placed in a 'morrow
that may not come.
Suffocating and broken it lays.
That which was once me.
For I am no longer, but what
nightmare my fear feeds.
-Navahopi119
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
The hour grows late.
The silence sets in.
The Night haunts me again once again.
Rest alludes me and sleep is but a
broken dream.
Hope foolishly placed in a 'morrow
that may not come.
Suffocating and broken it lays.
That which was once me.
For I am no longer, but what
nightmare my fear feeds.
-Navahopi119
