Standing on the edge of darkness
Waiting on the dawning light,
There’s a certain inky blackness,
At the heart of every night.
Deafening silence till morning comes,
Denser somehow, due to traffic’s hums…
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Thicker than blood, the evening cloaks,
With the desolation that gloom envokes.
© Caro Ness 2017
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