Walking into the dark

As the autumn wind blows
and the night falls.
Much of our fear is unspoken.
Only a faded photograph can hold
the world we once talked about.
A world of happy sounds and
dad’s drunken songs.
But now, decisions never come.
And all things turn on each other.
Even after night-time falls.
It’s still all too much to bear.


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