Here I stand where the earth breaks away
waiting for the night to die
for morning to reveal hidden things
that have worn a cloak of shadow
Then the day is born and dies
in a breath once more swallowed by the dark
and the waves still crash unceasing
cresting high above the edge of retreating daylight
And maybe I should follow the sun’s death throes
carried over strange tides
to a place I might have been before
Maybe I’ll find it as it once was
or perhaps it’s already decaying
and flowing with the currents further into shadow
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I’ve been going down the rabbit hole of Jim Can’t Swim on YouTube. Videos breaking down police interrogations to show the way that the information gathered is used against criminals in trial. A bit morbid, but somewhat satisfying to see how these people try to outwit police and end up talking themselves straight into a conviction.
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8 responses to “Waiting for the Night to Die”
Great poem, keep it up 😀
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Thanks so much! (:
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Always great poetry! And I confess, I’m a bit of a true-crime junkie (Court-TV)… 🙂
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Thank you! (: and me too. Something about seeing the dark side of humanity, what were capable of, I suppose.
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For me it’s an insatiable need to see justice done…for someone else, if not for me.
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Beautiful ❤️
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(: thank you
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You’re welcome!
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