Winter Nocturne

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June 6, 2019 by thewashingteenian

An anonymous submission.


 

The radiator’s hum and click

Produces a heady, cozy heat

The golden glow of lamplight onto damask sheets

As my pencil scratches away another day into graphite memory

The low grumbled chuckle

Of the solitary gamer

The restless, rhythmic pacing

Of the sleepless thinker

The perfectionist pattering

Of creatures bedding down for the night

Thoughts and dreams tend to keep me awake

As I try to write my soliloquy.

I am intruding on the nocturnals’ territory

As I search in warm darkness

For truths invisible in brash daylight

And so close in this soft monochrome.

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