Nighttime

Nighttime

A Chapter by therisa

As the moon rises
She comes out
To hunt for food
Upon my angst
And dreams.
 
While
Others are settling
In their beds
I'm awake
With excess energy.
 
Seeking release
Which her gentle touch
Grants me
The ultimate fulfilment.
 
Holding a pen
The ink flows
Like the darkest blood
Spilt on a blank page.
 
Sated
My muse leaves
As sleep claims me
For another night.


© 2015 therisa


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therisa
Originally written, July 30, 2014.

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there is a dark beauty in this write. As long as our muse allows us sleep, this is a good thing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


therisa

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Tammy. My sleep pattern sucks, as a result of meds and my struggle with depression and PT.. read more

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therisa

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A pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..

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