The nights breath stirs,
as I struggle to erase
the sins of the day.
I hear whispers in the wind.
Your voice - joy to me once,
lingers now like shards of glass.
I panic when you speak,
pacing back and forth,
in search of holy sacraments.
Slowly, the night grows bolder.
Unafraid, it opens its mouth,
and swallows me whole
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
The nights breath stirs,
as I struggle to erase
the sins of the day.
I hear whispers in the wind.
Your voice - joy to me once,
lingers now like shards of glass.
I panic when you speak,
pacing back and forth,
in search of holy sacraments.
Slowly, the night grows bolder.
Unafraid, it opens its mouth,
and swallows me whole
