The night stealthily spreads its shroud
Over the unsuspecting twilight.
And as the sun sets over the horizon,
And I dig inside the hallowed depths
Of the unforgiving night.
In the thoughtless void
Of a midnight’s dream.
I dig, and find a pearl.
A pearl of reality
In the harlotry of illusions.
I sit and breathe,
Drenched in the incompleteness that overflows.
And in the tear-stained ink
Of a ripped soul,
I write a poem that never comes.