I know that it's been a while. I haven't been writing a lot of poetry lately, but stuff happens and the angsty-ness of Bare inspired me to write some more. I hope you all like it!
Nightfall in the Lodging House
Midnight.
Dark and still.
Boys breathing soft,
Calmly,
Angelicly.
The gossamer tranquilty,
The curtains billowing,
Smoothing,
Pouring in from outside.
Bringing in light.
Smells of tobacco and
Ever so lightly
Of pine,
Soap,
And papers.
Heavy,
Steady breathing
Of many boys asleep,
Embraced by the night,
Resting 'til morning.
The reassuring inhale,
The silent,
Unsure dreams;
Dared not be spoken of
By daylight.
Shifting,
Muttered sleep-talk,
Utterings of honest words,
Honest feelings
Of love and fears.
And through the window,
Eerily ajar,
Creeps in,
With the moonlight,
Serenity.
End
Ah, yes. As you can see, this is 'Serenity', flowing with the as-set trend. I wrote this really quickly and without spell check, so if something is wrong, thats probably why. Please review!
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