The Night’s Malaise

We cry out with weakness
as the walls close in,
searching the passing winds
for help from the distances.

Darkness fills the air and
hearts beg through open window
to the sky, for space, for light
from the deep and falling blue.

Silence drops to the floor
like a pin, interrupted by sobs
and howls, sharp points
of the night’s black malaise.

We cry out with weakness,
full, yearning, desperate.
Empty stars shiver outside,
last remainders of hope.

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