By Roland E. Williams


The nights of old will remember me

For I have left them a long sad legacy

At times they were my sole companions

The moonlight often a silent visitor

Illuminating feelings obscured to all

Even those I had hidden from myself

Each night assuredly longer than before

Today’s feelings freshly buried within

An addition to this legacy of sadness

And with each dark night that passes

Your fear strengthens ever more

That the deepest will be uncovered



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