It is easy to use solitude as armor.

The night is a sanctuary of solitude.

Even though we’re apart.

The darkness can trick my mind into believing we’re still together.

In the night.

It’s all the same darkness.

Does it matter where we are?

We embrace the darkness together.

The darkness tricks me.

Makes me believe what I want to believe.

It makes things easy to forget.

To imagine away.

When the daylight emerges.

Nothing has changed.

You are still dead

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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1 Response to Darkness

  1. This is such a moving poem. So many facets to it, that I don’t know where to begin. The imagery and illusion you created made it all the more beautiful. Darkness and grief play such cold tricks on us. Well done!

Thanks for the read.

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