A gloomy night

A Gloomy Night

June 10, 2022

There's something about this gloomy night,
A sense of contentment.
I fly on these paper Planes,
Bleeding ink over and over again.

There's something about this vagueness,
This persistent strangeness.
The essence of loss and alienation,
Surfing a wave on a stormy Ocean.

There's something about this damped life, Vibrant Ecstasy turned into past.
The Cuckoo doesn't sing anymore,
All she does is cry on a broken twig of a cursed tree, on that gloomy night.

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