Late Night Revolutions

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Short poem of a darker time which has now past on. Not sure really what else it's just came into mind

Submitted: October 10, 2017

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It's the strangest thing
At this hour
For time and feeling are no longer the dominant forces
They no longer matter 
Only darkness flows here and creeps around
The thoughts imagined are distorted
As if a fog allows only the silhouettes to appear
And the pain from the day is enhanced with every tick of the needle
However, it's somewhat relaxing
To finally feel liberated from the constant thoughts of day
The work
The family
The money
The school
The friends
All of which mean nothing now
It's simply you and the darkness
Perhaps I'm simply a narcissist
And I enjoy this type of life
Perhaps I'm a psychopath
And enjoy this game I play 
Maybe I'm a misogynist 
To put those under my foot
Maybe I'm a sociopath
To see the words but not put...
Them to good use
Or maybe I'm all these people in one
Since this is the only thing not distorted by the fog


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