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Saturday, 11 October 2025

Echoes in the dark.

 Pushing through, dark room
a given clue, darkness glooms
a bedridden muse, that night consumes
a light hearted smile is but a ruse
of a figure that the mind subdues 
for who's that, that entices doom
a silhouette dressed, in blackened hues
standing in the corner, of my tomb 
for the night is young, echoing the life that I lose
midnight struck the hour that this mortal paid his dues
pushing through, the darkened room☺