Sadness Creeps

Sadness comes to creep over me
In sallow, gray, erroneous form,
Squawking in my shivering ear
Of hideousness that is not the norm.
In suffocating tones it swallows me,
Hiding my Vision from Golden Hues,
Drinking my Joy like tepid wine,
Lying and whispering to confuse;
And should I Listen to these wails
Of night shedding quiverings like Fading light,
Forever lost I would Ever be,
Like a blind woman fumbling in Brilliant Daylight.

~Morgan~
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