The air has the essence of black inky tar;
But into the dark, I could not travel far.
As visibility fell, I could not become lost;
In the silence I will call the dark night's host.
I saw a small light peering out in the black space;
Lost would have to wait. Instead, forever shall take it's place.
A poem by Ash. (me) about insomnia.
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