The Cycle
A scream, swallowed by wind.
A madness, knowing no end.
The dark devours the light,
as the sun succumbs to the night.
A whisper, walks in on a breeze.
A calm as deep as the seas.
The glow turns black into white,
as the shadows submit to the light.
A madness, knowing no end.
The dark devours the light,
as the sun succumbs to the night.
A whisper, walks in on a breeze.
A calm as deep as the seas.
The glow turns black into white,
as the shadows submit to the light.
This Poems Story
This poem came to me when thinking on how the ever changing cycle of day to night to day can be viewed, when looking through a dark lens.
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