Midnight Misery

I’m out of breath
I’m feeling empty
No words left
Left to haunt me.

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2 thoughts on “Midnight Misery

  1. I answer with Emily Bronte’s words….

    The night is darkening round me,
    The wild winds coldly blow;
    But a tyrant spell has bound me,
    And I cannot, cannot go.

    The giant trees are bending
    Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
    The storm is fast descending,
    And yet I cannot go.

    Clouds beyond clouds above me,
    Wastes beyond wastes below;
    But nothing drear can move me;
    I will not, cannot go.

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