I wander at night, alone,
my winding paths taking me
to familiar places
and territory unknown.
To the past i go
the demon, named Regret often shadows me here
and sometimes takes hold.
i may trek back years
to the days 'innocence'.
the sights here are misted,
i keep them that way.
and i wander on.
perhaps to the time when he'd
held me close and the world was perfect.
i linger here and the demon engulfs me.
i wander to the future, too,
and Here Be Dragons.
but the demon cannot step foot in this place.
i lengthen my pace.
scenery is ever-changing here
fairytales, happy-endings galore.
i pass all that i desire and more
A new danger, longing, appears.
yes, i wander at night.
will sleep come at all?
Or will i wander 'till dawn?
i might.
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yes, i wander at night.
will sleep come at all?
Or will i wander 'till dawn?
i might.
Yes this is the night..it takes us to the various places of our memmories and life touches it in the tears sometimes and in smiles sometimes..this is night..I love this... well done... -
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Thank you so much!
As it was my first poem up I really appreciate a positive comment
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