Night,
Always night.
It is so dark.
The shadows have merged
Forming a seamless black
Which blankets my surroundings.
I've given all I can.
It's not enough.
It's never enough.
And nighttime still persists in existing.
The dark can be comforting
Or it can be the inspiration of a thousand screaming terrors.
Versatility in the absence of any colour.
Shall we dream together?
If only we could.
Who knows?
It may even bring a deeper understanding.
Speak to my soul.
Compassion is all I asked for.
A gentle word, a loving caress –
Reaching out through the darkness of the night which is all around.
Something to provide closure.
Something to provide a reason for existing.
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