A brightness permeates in a shadowed room.
Another sleepless twilight beckons from beside the bed.
The next flash could be a sign.
The next flash could be a chance.
Sound pierces a quieted space past midnight’s hour.
The morning crawls into view a second too soon.
I’ve yet to rest when sleeping on a cliff’s edge.
I’m waiting for the next message you’ll never send.
( ❤ Mitch)
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Hello! My name is Mitch Worden, and I spend my days as a student, employee, exercise enthusiast, music reviewer, and poet! At the present time, I'm using WordPress to branch away from other websites and exhibit my own works by themselves. I hope you like what you read, and thank you for stopping by!
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Thanks a bunch! ❤
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