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.

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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.