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THIS IS A POEM WRITTEN BY A GOOD FRIEND OF

MINE. I ASKED HIM IF I COULD POST IT ON MY

BLOG AND HE WAS HAPPY TO OBLIGE…HOPE

YOU ENJOY:)

Night Belongs…

Not just for lovers

But the broken
and misguided
drinking Boone’s Farm
by the fire
Blasting music
in the attic
all alone in a panic
with a fat lip
brokenhearted.

Not all can see

Shapes in the shadows
hardly made,
by the windows
watching stars fade
writing poems
with a razor blade
inked in the blood
of love betrayed,

For you, night too belongs

And to the lonely feeling sick
to the crippled, incomplete.

Our solace lives
within the emptiness

Most who do sleep
fail to witness
been insomniacs
ain’t a sickness
darkness chosen
be our mistress.

Juan M.Reyes ©


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