Some storms can linger on for days
engulfing me in shrouded gray
wretched words heavy on my tongue
the nights are long when mourning comes.
It’s akin to lunacy
the hours crawl, I can’t break free
my life by darkness overcome
the night is long when mourning comes.
No amount of positive spin,
can quell this tempest deep within
my soul is longing for the sun
The night is long when mourning comes.
Eventually the light breaks through
beyond the clouds midst shades of blue
there to remind me where I’m from
the night is long…then morning comes!
kat ~ 18 June 2016
(A Kyrielle…with a twist!)
like mercury colliding... 
June 18th, 2016 at 2:40 am
I like the heavy, stormy imagery, both physical and symbolic, and the twist makes me happy.
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June 18th, 2016 at 5:02 am
Thank you. As they say, the night is always darkest just before the dawn! 😊
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June 18th, 2016 at 1:55 pm
Excellent Kat! Nice and moody. 🙂
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June 18th, 2016 at 2:04 pm
Thanks…I think? Haha! 🙂
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