Notte Nebbia (night fog): Cinquain V

Bending Tunnel by Jacob Stadtfeld

(Dear Friends ~ Writing melancholy prosody is like listening to the blues; exploring the dark places leads to the Light. Just roll with it, okay? I am working on this particular form. Cinquain VI will take the contrast. Thanks to my son for the photo.)

Cinquain V

Midnight
Inky shadows
Pressing hurt within me
Until I submit to madness
And weep.

Later
Darker darkness
Finds the night inside me
Further gashing wounds in my gut
I rot.

With dawn
Daylight whispers
I hide behind curtains
Sinister morning mocking me
Stay out.

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