Night Somehow

It is a cold night
One of those
That demanded poetry
Black as the devil – abyss
Yet being of an otherwordly light

It is a cold night
Yet I can’t see its beauty
Nor can I feel its sadness

In my straightlaced habits
And my straitjacketed thoughts

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