Cups’re holding hands together,
And shadows on the walls
Resemble awkward zombies...
I stop returning calls.
It is autumn — dark and gloomy,
As dark as me inside,
And silence is soothing.
It whispers, “Say good night.”
I want to sleep forever—
Best wishes, dear Earth.
But angels said, “He is there.”
It makes me go forth.
November 2016
In my room
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