That night had as ever
The light that was all
But a burden.
The stars could
Obtusely loom bright
But that's known too well
If you long for the story:
Bear no shame to tell.
A sickness of grudge overlaps
Lest you keep it intact
Off a road to wilderness
Of thoughts to become yet
Quite yours.
It's a very own cleanse
In pursuit of a remarkable journey,
A yarn spinned
Of too yielding words.