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Here In The Night

Waiting wearily
Beyond the weathered door.
His body still, his mind pacing.
Which way shall it open and when.

Flight has been futile
As hunter grows larger to prey.
Two forever one yet strangers
Wind blowing silence away.

Here in the night.

Hell must be ambiguous he thinks
Unsure of himself.
Recalling the prisoner's journey.
Both ends through the same door.

Inertia charges by the hour,
Scattered bottles attest.
Emptiness growing in shadows
More painful than he.

Time demands its release
If only to the light.
The latch rises slowly
Dreaded foe or numb hand

Here in the night

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