POETRY SPOTLIGHT: LAST NIGHT

Last night she cried,

Last night her tears ripped at me,

And I know how much I’ve circled us,

In this Hell,

Last night the Dream King called me Me,

And I deserved it,

Last night she cried,

Last night I felt how much I’ve failed,

In this Hell,

In the ground under our feet,

In this year,

In this time,

In this twisted wood fire,

In this Hell,

She is above the shinning sun,

And her thoughts are never done,

The woman I love despite my own hatred for the world,

In this Hell,

In this Hell,

Last night she cried,

Last night her tears ripped at me,
Is my love enough?

(c)brian c. williams

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