NaPoWriMo Day 9 – Hidden

Hidden

Days grow lighter yet the darkness comes
Earlier than I always anticipate
Perhaps it knows me better than I
Think it should after all these years
Let my lips touch sweetly to the darkness
Pouring in like the sea fog’s salvation
A delicate rendering of landscape
My humanity likes to think it is
Even as days grow lighter around my shadow
Yet the darkness comes earlier than
I always anticipate for my shadow’s disappearance
Into a greater whole, into a deeper abyss
Constructed by my hidden languages lost
Inside my head carve them free for
Perhaps it knows me better than I
Think it should after all these years
Let my heart touch sweetly and hidden
Days grow lighter yet the darkness comes

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