Secret Night

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Secret Night

Not a whispered sound
or the soft touch of
a breeze on the skin
A gentle murmuring
of angels never to be heard
on this dark night of sin

Walking blindly
towards nothing but black
each step an arduous mile
Stumbling at a fallen log
Confused and bearings lost
Stopping to rest for a while

Dawn breaks in the distance 
A sign of hope at last
Fear slowly relaxes its hold
Clarity found with passing seconds
Remnants of the previous night
will remain forever untold


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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

23 thoughts on “Secret Night”

    1. Thanks Bjorn. Yes you’re right. I wasn’t sure where to finish this poem so it could be the start of something too ☺️

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    1. Thanks Hank! Somebody mentioned that it could be a beginning or the end of something. I actually didn’t know where I was going with this poem so it got left hanging out there ☺️😧

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