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mini boon
got you
so soon
this lit'l
boo to
suit and
end the
blues with
petunias that
bloom with
smoke in
their room
and nocturn
with owl
matin was
in the
red house
R S J Coman Oct 2018
Nocturne (Friends Without)

I sit with two others in a dimly lit room.
My friends.
We laugh and talk through the evening
and into the night.
But others come, bringing sickness.
My friends
I no longer know them.
In their heads, their eyes are not their own.

Nocturne (Friends Within)

I hate what I cannot see, and shun those
I can’t understand.
I will try, I promise I will try, to grow.
Let it in.
So I too can stare upon a world alien
and strange.
Do I even know myself?
Are these eyes even my own anymore?
Duke Thompson Jan 2015
open the floodgates
water now broken
dead stone weight escapes
breath never drawn
mother's tears
let me hold It
stillborn nocturn
broken refrain

— The End —