night crawlers
Black out
Night shutter
They come
They always come
Shaking and rattling
The creatures
Of your soul
Eating your mind
Growing
On your thoughts
This darkness
It's not spent
Yet
And those
Who wait
For the dawn
Shivering
In the shadows
Are the ghosts
Of the dusk
This life
Thrives
On candles
Flickering
Gently
Slowly
Eating up the light
Totally dependent
On the wax
And the wind
Waning
And wobbling
It's the small things
You hold
In your
Hands
In your heart
And if you let
That tiny light
That fragile glimmer
Of hope
Go out
Well
You're done
And it's done
And none
Are so foolish
As those
Who don't
Take care
of
The precious
that bloody poet
Mon 16th Feb 2015 23:44
This is cool. I follow you.