[and the night]

[and the night]

A Poem by Extant



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.


Posted 3 Years 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 3 Years Ago

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Added on June 13, 2017
Last Updated on June 14, 2018




Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers not thunder. ~ Rumi Jalal ad-Din No one had ever become poor by giving. ~ Anne Frank Don't learn to do, but learn in doing. ~ Samuel B.. more..

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