In sullen hours of the night
And somber hours of the morn,
Silence prowls where sleepers lie
In the wombs of dreams unborn.

It stalks the echoes one by one
That linger in the soiled air
And swallows whole the ghosted breaths
To tidy up its littered lair.

4 thoughts on “Stalker

  1. I came back to read it again! So good!

    1. Aw shucks. The rhymes do most of the work. ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Really though, you have such a way with phrasing that just delivers every time! ๐Ÿ™‚

        1. Lol you are way too kind. The poems I butcher aren’t usually posted. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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