[and the night]

[and the night]

A Poem by Extant
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These demons
have been bled -
All the colours
of rosewood and
saffron tinting
the flesh of fingertips.
And still
some crawl in crevices
of this body,
ghosts floating in 
walls of bones.
I once had wanted

an empty vessel,
a conscience so clean
it did not
exist, but -

The east brings the day
and the night.

© 2018 Extant



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find ourselves living with the demons---understanding we have our dark side, but also the side that shines brightly---two selves that have to learn to live together...co-exist.

j.

Posted 10 Months Ago


fate is something that carries by the wind, i think... that make this life so thrilling... I've felt the sadness of the speaker and also I see hope that still instill to the heart by reading the last two lines... nice work...

Posted 1 Year Ago



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