In my room
And shadows on the walls
Resemble awkward zombies...
I stop returning calls.
It is autumn. Dark and gloomy.
As dark as me inside.
And silence is soothing.
It whispers “say good night”
I want to sleep forever
Best wishes, dear Earth.
But angels said: “HE is there"
It makes me go forth.
November 2016
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