I get the night time blues.
My heart aches.
Dreams dry and wither.
I reach out my hand to shadows
who dance away with the light,
chasing their own heart aches.
Nothing but indigo nights for me
until morning when the damnable sun
with it's irrepressible warmth
and optimism rises once again.
The cycle continues, uncaring
that I conspire against it.
~~JKB 2017
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