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Zach Hanlon Feb 2015
And here we are again,
Stuck between sad and lonely.
What is wrong, darling?
The world is right outside.

And here we are again,
A dance with the frightful and dark.
It is only your own thoughts, sweetie.
Can you not feel the warmth of the sun?

And here we are again,
Numb, and life foreboding.
How much more can you take, honey?
Cant you see the hand extended toward you?

And here you are.
Cold and lifeless.
Not much has changed.
Except now the world around you feels your pain.
Is this really what you wanted, love?

And here I am again.
Stuck between sad and lonely.
Zach Hanlon Feb 2015
Accompanied only by the solace of my solitude

wading through the trees and brush.

A blank canvas for creativity and imagination.

A ruined structure among the trees.

a castle, my castle.

The chilled stream flowing through the woods.

A moat, my moat.

The smell of the pine permeating my nostrils;

the feel of the rough bark, the smooth leaves, the luscious grass

My own kingdom of welcomed loneliness.
Zach Hanlon Feb 2015
Paranoia in the dark of night

creating shadows into figures

and creatures from stacks of ***** laundry.

It whispers sounds of footsteps into my ears,

feigning the noise of an intruder.

It makes the darkness malleable

morphing it into a monster under my bed

or a boogeyman in my closet.

Maybe I’m paranoid of the dark…

Or perhaps whatever lurks within it.
Zach Hanlon Feb 2015
A vast universe of such fragile things
The concourse of supernal entities
The fatigued rule of vagaries as kings
A tarriance of languid remedies

The journey into the realm of the mind
Safe within the thoughtless comfort of sleep
Enthralled in visions of such a kind:
little trivial things in our souls we keep

Awake from the Depths to the blinding light
Overwrought with the encroachment of Dawn
Wandering the day, longing for night
Darkness to Day like the king to its pawn

In the amenity of night we flee
Enveloped in the dream, we remain free

— The End —