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The indifferent sun sets
and on the horizon remain
all of the past regrets
the world, now their domain
Hooded shadows roam the night
frightened children under the sheets
their tiny sweaty fists clenched tight
seek the promised land of dreams
But the dreams refuse to come
some invisible eyes steadily gaze
darkness soothes the lucky some
the rest of us lie and shiver in a daze
© 2016 Erna G.
I’m Erna — writer, poet, devoted cat lady, and a marketer who came to it the strange way, through stories. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of this space, alongside original poetry, book reviews, and honest writing about the creative life.
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