Nightmaracle

by Landon Yost. 0 Comments

Why does the screaming stop when I look out my window?
My dreams never end, I’m in a constant limbo.
Don’t hide from me just because the light isn’t on.
I turned the radio off because it was playing our song.
Shadows fade, illuminated by the moon.
Life should be black and white like a cartoon.
My pages turn, a crumpled up newspaper.
Things thrown away, lost it sooner rather than later.

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