Period

At midnight as the wind howled
One remembered random things
Images which came straight
From the back alley’s darkness.
It was time to say something
Or get back to soft wet sleep.
More random images, period.
This way you break conversation
And prevent lapsing into comma.
Sleep comes creeping in the bones
In the face, in the eyes, period.
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My interests are poetry writing and photography